Are There Words For The Discontent I Feel Now? Poem by Shalom Freedman

ARE THERE WORDS FOR THE DISCONTENT I FEEL NOW?

Are there words for the discontent I feel now?
Is there a way of saying each and every minor and major irritation?
The human being lives and dies
With so much ugliness unsaid
Even in himself.
Why am I complaining now
When I have so much to be grateful for?
Why is the sun suddenly shining now
While the pain of the cold rain still shakes my bones with endless madness?