 17 Dec 2005 @ 05:19
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frustration
sits in the stomach till it blasts out in a scream
CDs fly
shoes untie in the middle of a rampage
telephones answer in electronic drones
nobody homes when somebody's needed
time runs out when a little more would suffice
a pile of obstacles lie in one's path
frustration takes on weight of wrath
calm cool
sounds like a fool
when life is so obviously urgent
too many balls juggled
too many falls
too much
too loud
too impotent
frustration cloys
air passages clog
impossible choices
again come the voices
you should, you could've
you need, you didn't
you, you,
the voices nag
the voices, the chorus of voices
frustration
like a claustrophobic cubby hole
joy withers, the walls close in
frustration
judih
(dedicated to my son, A)
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