In people, in places, in circumstance,
The years bringing it over and over
Again and again it visits unnounced,
Disappointment doesn't ring the bell.
It opens the door and steps right in
Never worried there is no welcome,
Met with cold looks and stares unawares,
Spreading like chilled clouds across the floor.
Weary of disappointment of battling the pall
Of painting a smile where tears long to fall,
Weary of seeking the elusive silver lining
Revealed now as threadbare, moth-eaten, and grimey.
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It's pretty much self explanatory.