Frustration is a soft scratching inside,

A division, a growing pressure,

Either among yourself or between yourself and others.


Right now I’m thinking,

If I wanted to: I could run,

Have a world of fun,

In a place that’s not here.

Away from the people who piss me off.


And then with a metaphorical cough,

The soft scratching subsides,

And the balance slides back into place,

As calmness washes over in tides.

  • Author: deepthoughts (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 18th, 2017 23:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: Comment about what you're like when you're frustrated and how you calm down.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 23
  • User favorite of this poem: LukeCoomer.


  • LukeCoomer

    Exceptional and very deep I’m favoriting this one!!

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