Frustration
My frustration is made from-
The anger of the old man on meditation lane ,
The rage of the iniquity cat trying to chase the troublesome laser,
The blazing hot road chuckling at you
As your feet melt faster than a blink of an eye , whale smoke avenges into the winter sky and the touch of summers pity kiss [lants a droplet of sorrow into your heart
I found it-
Hidden, shoved and ignored in the shallow corners of the room,
Creased up upon the side of the road
Incarcerated in a crate trying to be free,
Where the boorishness of people are messenger performing and committing the evilness of beelzebub himself.
This frustration cam-
Pry through The Great Wall of China,
Tear apart the boundary of
he earths crust,
Until all is left is a useless cup of
Grains.
If i lost this secret-
Even the ignorant emotion of wickedness
would feel a small part of hardship glowing in its heart
as it suddenly perishes in a click.
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