Expectations artificial
living in an urban jungle
longing for nature’s calm –
time moves too swiftly
barely register
let alone participate
We are guests in our own
expectation’s dysfunction
licensed for depression
a smorgasbord for abuse
intentions mislaid,
disappointment unavoidable
The ego pretends to be open
but she’s an actress off cue
playing out a sentence –
condemned to basics
praying to escape
this dystopian malfunction.
(Image my own)
This is great VJ! A wonderful poem! 💜💜
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I especially like the words:
The ego pretends to be open
but she’s an actress off cue
playing out a sentence –
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Thanks Betty.
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Some expectations are a cage that hold us hostage
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Yes! Well said
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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The last two stanzas in particular resonated with me.
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Thanks Liz
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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