I can’t help but feel frustrated, but at what
I don’t know
I can’t put my finger on it, feeling on edge
Ready for a fight
No one is ready to reciprocate
So I sit stewing, silently steaming
Until the pressure builds
And I dig into the depths of my dwelling
Finding what lies underneath the anger
Sitting perfectly still, not knowing if everyone moves forward
Without hesitation
Blameless
Shameless
And I lay with my feelings of guilt
Giving freely away the time
doubled i’ve wasted
One in perpetuity and again in remorse
For the things that cannot be changed
For the wreckage I can’t see strewn in my rearview
Not knowing if I could have seen it coming
Could have prevented possible futures
From branching into existence
Anger grows as I cast my doubts
Against the warbling walls of the multiverse I gaze upon
And see them flicker out of view
I can’t help myself, I slow and concede defeat
And steam siphons the last of my strength
Until next time, when self doubt comes roaring anew
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Author:
Scraps~n~Scribbles (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Observing the thoughts as they come without judgement, this time I wrote as I allowed the thoughts to come. This was a an experiment in allowing my hands to express what is going on when I "shut down" to the world. This is not polished and it won't be, as this is absolute first thought writing. I hope this raw unpolished writing helps show people the first form (with very minimal word replacement i.e. rearview instead of review, siphons replaced sucks etc.) of how a poem might take
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Comments1
Well written. I know this feeling very well.....Your poem revolves around the feelings of frustration, anger, and self-doubt that arise from an inability to understand or control one's emotions and circumstances. The poet grapples with internal conflict and reflects on guilt and remorse over past actions that cannot be changed, leading to a sense of defeat and resignation.
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