Disappointment comes without a calling-card.
His needless heedless knocking never warns.
Tho brings he dreadful message: never mourns
For steel the shield protects him recourse barred.
Sometimes small he hits yet its not so hard
Sometimes worse, appearance such as hail-storms
And sometimes he unbearable sneers scorns
All attempts to comfort: the soul is scarred.
Disappointment burns the care away clings
A savage cloth he covers like a mask
Neer looks for any view beyond his mark.
Such disappointment dwells where sorrow sings.
He grows until each breath becomes a task.
And all that once was filled with light is dark.