Great Expectations Poem by Zyw Zywa

Great Expectations



It started so well -
a certain recognition
of pain and the promise

of a helping hand
a Happy Ending
of maturity

and we gave each other
what our home should have been
when we were young

But it didn't stay private
not just between the two of us
our love too

became to be a civil status
which makes everything concrete
more than an act, love act

more concrete than mutual
understanding, and you, you!
don't understand that!

he cried, helpless
and little and unfoldable
and pulling faces

which wordlessly utter curses
because of something from the past
that he would like

to prove, something
with which fate did not help him
something I should wait for

Thursday, January 13, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: trauma
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For Maria Godschalk #155 --- Collection 'Freend'
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