Expectation Poem by james watkin

Expectation



You lead us on, and we are fooled
As by an illusionist.
The mind can play tricks; and your's no
Gloom-filled hearts resist!

Smoke puffs, the gist of what, afar
Months, decades yet away
Amounts to the stuff that is
Seized for Desire today!

Saturday, January 9, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: future,mind,illusion
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james watkin

james watkin

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