Buried freedom and Expectations.

Through the dumped imposition of expectation,
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.

All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.

Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.

Do you have some hope left?
I would have given in gladly,
if it wasn’t for you.
I don’t want you to face this.
My freedom for you in a heartbeat —
if only it were so easy.