As usual, beware long poem ahead.
What frustrated feels like
I know I’m breathing
But it feels like choking
The air is warm and moist,
But it feels dry and chilly
My fingers fold in fist
They clench, unclench
And clench again.
I’m angry- I know,
But what I don’t know
Is at whom or what
So, when you smile
I briefly flash my teeth in response.
In the hot afternoon,
It’s impossible to tell a snarl from a smile.
You greet me calmly and politely
I greet you too
But if you can read my mind,
You’ll see that my impatience is boiling over
And while it has hardly even begun
I can’t wait for this conversation
To be over.
Yesterday, just yesterday
You made those puppy eyes at me
And I melted like brown chocolate cubes
In the oven of your urgent desires.
Today is a different story though
I could look at one hundred different puppy eyes
And still walk away.
Don’t call me
Don’t appeal to me
I don’t care
Maybe, not ever.
Don’t disturb me,
Just let me be,
So what if your uncle bleeds to death?
I too, am bleeding from the heart
Can’t you tell from my bloodshot eyes?
I too have bled throughout today
And I’m not even dead yet.
I’ll save the dregs
Of bitter words for you.
For you- who could spare the time
To ask me how I feel.
“I’m fine, just fine…
Only a little frustrated”
“Oh! How does that feel?”
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