Frustrated

Frustrated

I am pulling on the

barbed hooks stabbed in

to my mind which is

just

pulling teeth and

that very thought just

gnashes thorns in

my heart and

i cannot go on like

this i cannot take

this thornrose

bush I have

become anguish threads through

my core making me

frustrated which is the

cause and end of

everything and

the middle it

seems to me that

i am

falling into

pain that

is falling out in

to me but this

frustrates me as

it cannot be so

tearing in my skull like it

has

is

been which further

arpegiates my

scream

ing

ov

er li

nes accosting me in

to

holding me hostage in

my own vices.

 

5-1-19

 

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