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It is an effect of the long nights you kept,
the wrong thoughts you had,
the strong lives you’ve met,
the weak moments you gave.
It is an effect that gave,
you countless maddening thoughts,
countless sleepless nights,
empty desperate cries,
for help, for love, for loss, for longing.
Those blue skies,
you dreamt of,
since the last time you spoke,
to him,
your tangible thoughts,
your intangible words,
they give little meaning to me.
I know not what I feel,
I know not what I’m writing,
The criticism inevitably will point to lack.
A lack of ingenuity, of creativity, of strength, of character.
It is an effect of living this modern life.
- To You, The Humble Honest Reader, in a vainglorious hope that you shall not rip my piece to shreds.
The expected,
The expected is what came.
What came to you in a flash of light.
When you know its going to happen.
A deja vu
Almost.
You cannot help but ask why.
Why me?
Why did it come to me?
I expected it.
I did
Did expect it
Did I?
Why is this poem even called The Expected?
The phone rang and I was thinking,
just before about something mundane.
Something material, Something that always becomes insignificant.
Just before.
You know before the night falls
The Shadow
Just before they arrive.
I must be there!
I must make sure that this is not the end.
No, Never The End.
Fair Enough.
You expected it didn’t you? Didn’t you?!
If you did, then why are you being a little Puss.
A Puss which mews
She’s my grandmother.
