Frustration Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

You cannot fathom how I am frustrated.
Hated by all because of one.
I just want to scream and shout.
Or run down the hall.

I need to break free.
Before, I go on a killing spree.
Murdering thosee I love with hate.

My temper in check.
Dont't know what to do.
I'll become a nervous wreck.
Jibbering in the corner.
Spouting words of no sense.

I cannot fathom why I let rubbish in my day.
Piling up blocking my view of my wife of life.
Muderous scenarios, in my mind, play.

God I wish I could break free.
From the norm of daily stress.
Wish I was hugged constanly by my baby.
Making me feel right.
See her in front of me.
All worries and woe.
Melt like fresh snow.

I Siddiqi 6.03.09


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