Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Frustration


Beaten wings
Against bars of gold
Despair
Over hopes of old
Swirling, Revolving
Circling never ends
Expectations
Turn to frustrations
As the heart’s denied
Everyone understands
Than those 
To whose ears I cry
Once more, I try
To take flight
Spirals twisting
Can’t stop the speed
HELP!
I cry out
But who can hear
Everyone
Other than those
I hold dear….

2 comments:

  1. An excellent analogy to not seeing the trees because of being blinded by the forest. Why don't the ones closest to us hear our pain? This is a 'sorrowful' poem in the most best way. Love it.

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