Frustration

Oh, so cold, very cold

Cold enough to spread

Out of my centre.

Cold enough to raise

The hair on my forearms.

Cold enough to cause

My hands to loose grip of my pen.

Cold enough for respite

To be found solely in a fetal position.

Oh, so cold, very cold

Frustration

by M. Perron (Originally written September 28, 1992)

Notes: There was a time in my life that I felt like punching everything, but I didn’t… I internalized most of my frustrations and got mad a stupid things like the weather, snowbanks, and late buses. I can only imagine this was written while waiting at a bus stop, in the cold… maybe.

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