My Frustrations Poem by Omiat Kings

My Frustrations



My frustrations
are my gifts

I am but a prisoner
to their power

They are my inner insolence
and my inner wisdom

They bring me joy
they bring me tears

They make me weak
yet build my heart

I am as giddy as a young pup
for these fill me
with the best emotions
I've ever had

BUT

That in which I love
won't spare me
for neither will these
extraordinarly powerful, brutality prone, alternate-reality-like
frustrations

I wish they would let me be
yet I wish they could stay forever

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