Frustration
Locations
O mind! How you elude
me
How you preclude me from
writing
Down my feelings on this Word
document
I have nothing to pen,
O mind!
You are an empty chasm, a black hole, a bottomless
pit
Pity and not pithy, shards and not sharp, cleft and not clever
Woe!
For I am a Traveler lost in a wood deep and
dark
I have only caught a cold and not
inspiration
Damn you mind! Accursed theatre of
tragedy
I stare at my wake, I stare at the world, I stare at myself, but I cannot stare at my
soul
Confusion, rage, terror, no! What is the word? That which shows constant
failure
I know now what can be done, what can be sought, what can be
won
It was all here, all in my
mind!
The… the… the…
frustration…