Disappointment Poem by TR Jones

Disappointment



I sit here over a couple of beers
I sit here over a couple of tears
Looking back over my short life
All I see is myself falling to strife
I always mean well, always trying
But getting nowhere, thinking of dieing
But what of my friends? My parents?
Is their emotions worth these dents?
The way I see it, they will be hurt either way
Since I'm such a disappointment every day
I want my mom, my dad to say, 'Terry, you've done well.'
But day after day all I've done is fell
Look at me now, in debt, dumb, criminal, hurter, drinking
I'm always left here thinking
Should I?
Should I die?
My heart that thought stings
But pain and disappointment is all I bring
I've always said that I don't care when I die
But the real reason is because I will never again cry
These emotions inside come flying out from so deep inside
It's been kept so deep and now the thoughts of ending I wish to abide
But here is one reason, one very important thought
That of what the news to my parents be brought
The irony... two paths, two different ways of disappointment

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