Their 'stash' Has Gone Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why are those high expectations,
Being lowered into disappointing pits?
Why is it that remorse,
Seems to be the mood of choice.
And the first thing noticed,
When heard by a spoken voice...
Further encouraged by needling critics.

To say dismay has been raised to heights,
Is to acknowledge the acceptance...
Of those living a routine of feeling recycled,
With lives they have come to despise.
And faith and hope has become a drug for some.
With many realizing their 'stash' has gone...
And no more of it to them will come.