Black Poetry : Frustrated

Desert Storm

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Feel like I'm
In a sound proof room

Four walls
With no windows
Just silence

In a straight jacket
I feel so overwelmed

Reality just set in
And I'm not having my way

Loneliness just sunk
In
Desperately
I try to defend

Weakened by the strife
I try to take flight

But I just can't
Seem to get myself self
Off the ground again

Overwelmed
With this heavy load

Cumbersome
I was told

Be strong
My heart
Is uneasy

I'm weary trying to find rest
This repititious pattern
Is growing so old

I can't really express into words
Just how fustrated
I'm really feeling right now

I think the problem is me
But the problem is you

I feel like the guilty one
But I'm innocent
All to frecuently
You change your mind

Soundless
Doubtless
Retrieting
In my own
Categoring
Ignoring
While brain storming
Where I want to go
And
Try to relax
The foundation
Is destroying
And fustrating from day to day
I don't know how
I'm completely

Fustrated!
Fustrated!
Fustrated!

Desert Storm
 

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