Frustration Poem by Rick Welch
Frustration
Today I set my soul on fire
And watched as it burnt down
I’m just an empty body here for hire
In my sorrow I shall drown
Will someone take me away from here?
I can’t stand to live my life like this
I used to live my life in fear
Now I just raise my fist
I sleep all night
I sleep all day
Blocking out daylight
So I can sleep my life away
To take my mind off of my life
I practice self-mutilation
A couple pokes of my knife
Takes out all my frustration
The blood runs down
Sends a tingle through my spine
A dark red stains the ground
I'm filled with ecstasy divine
Bloodcurdling screams fill my conscious
I know what I’m doing is wrong
While cutting I must be cautious
If I slit my wrists, the pain will prolong
This is my final hour
I have finally reached the end
I’m here for Satan to devour
It’s my time to descend
I'm not going to give you my e-mail, but I am going to say there is help if you need it. I'll be praying for you.
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5/6/2024 11:41:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Poetry can be such a great 'therapy'. I'm glad you write down your feelings and I hope this venting helps keep you from acting out physically. Read the poems of others here and you will find you are not alone. Many poets are nothing more than tortured souls screaming for somebody to hear them. Your frustration is truly felt. Take care of yourself Rick. Sincerely, Mary