FRUSTRATION

A cold wind beats on my face,

Tear drops flow like on a race,

My mind gets jammed in pain,

I stand isolated in the rain.

I never seem to understand it,

Pain’s blurring every inch of my wit,

An anger in me seems to erupt,

The end, I wish to be abrupt.

The loss of concentration fuels wrath,

My insides boil, and I need to take a bath,

Rain’s dampening my control,

I feel the urge to hit and roll.

The sense of dejection gradually returns back,

I fear, myself of being in a sack,

Sealed and confined in a box,

Pulled and dragged like an ox!!!!