Some time ago (I don't know when) I wrote this... and I just found it. I like it. So I decided to post it. It is a bit dark, but I think it pretty closely describes some aspects of frustration.
I see my future in a glimpse.
The tears, the rain.
The fear that turns to anger,
The drowning that becomes the flood.
Let it not be my fate -
Fighting against something
A wall of brick
That cannot be moved.
What thunders pushing against
An immobile restraint,
The storm inside
Shown in shades of black,
The stain of shadow,
Mocking laughter creeps.
A mask of arrogance.
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