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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