Disappointment
Not heartbreak,
not sorrow,
those wear familiar names,
spoken of often,
dressed in sympathy.
But disappointment
a quiet assassin,
the slowest poison
seeping through the veins of hope.
It does not shout,
it settles.
Moment by moment,
it bends the spirit,
tempers joy,
and stains the light within.
Underrated,
yet unrelenting,
the most powerful emotion
a soul can know.