Embitterment

I was not living in the world of expectation,
the expectation so great as to frustrate by word disillusionment.

I am not that young or naïve 
to be affected by a word disillusionment;
then, why does the word disillusionment
suddenly barge in my way and harass me in this belated time?

I think 
may it be the weight of sadness
getting heavier as age advances.

The greater reason than sadness, 
however, is not able to bear its weight
but diminishing strength in direct proportion 
with growing age to weight of sadness;

nonetheless, 
if the course of water is the same as before
there shouldn’t be much difference between disillusionment 
and sadness because if you place these two words on the flowing water 
and let them go, who knows, in some day, they may reach a great water
named oblivion.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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