Frusteration

A poem that is decent enough that I will put it here for those that view it.

As I write words with short rhythms ad strained thoughts, 

It's like my heart is struck, 

And I'm bleeding on a simple cot, 

These white linens without a feeling to spare, 

Offer comfort while others don't seem to give a care,

As they soak in all my doubt and pain,

It leaves slight annoyance, 

But pain is gain, 

You see a straight face and sparked up eyes, 

You can dig as deep as you want, 

But you'll find no lies, 

The way these words just drip outta my mouth, 

Leaving no hesitation to catch me off guard, 

Leaves a motherfucken frown on my face as I discard the fact that if I don't know who I am,

Then how am I supposed to control the lion, 

When I can barely control the lamb, 

That resides in this very soul, 

Dug deeper than a six foot hole, 

As I falter and stand a little lower,

I pick my a*s back up and try to show her, 

I ain't as weak as people think, 

I just outdo my frustration with a smile on my face,

And adjust the weakest link tat is me, 

And only me, 

Altogether known as emotions, 

The very things that make even the strongest people struggle, 

Along with families, work, and school to juggle, 

Handle every fiber in my being from fleeing down an empty path, 

I have to stay focused on saying calm and collected, 

Keeping my frustration directed in the right direction, 

To make sure it doesn't become infected even more, 

With all the negativity being projected, 

I've already detected it, 

So nothing else can be directed at it. 

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Great write, great flow, I enjoyed this, keep your headed up, thanks for sharing.