Frustration's Fatal Blend. Poem by Sandra Feldman

Frustration's Fatal Blend.

No matter
How much poetry,
You write,
Nor how deeply
You pretend,
That will never
Compensate
For a life
Where tears
Became a blend,
Of deep solitud
Frustration!
Life half lived
With no content
As time went by
To nullify,
Of love,
All sentiment.

Saturday, June 29, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: frustration
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