Frustration has becoming my king, he controls me.
Every time I try to remain positive about the bad things he creeps back up on me.
He even likes to sneak up with my writing causing me to beat my pen upon my desk hoping for some sort of creativity to bloom which may or may not happen,
but he makes me believe I've been waiting for to long which brings him right back to my emotions home.
Even today he brings the annoyance of waiting and working hard to get to the place I want to be.
I keep thinking that time is slowly moving,
if only I wasn't letting him trick me because time is really flying faster than any plane or bird of the sky.
But it's just so hard sometimes to defy the king when you are a peasant in waiting.
Frustration when will you let me free?
I can one day be the queen if I'd only quit feeling this frustration about everything.
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Trio Of Words
PoetryPoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
