Frustration is my Common Affliction
So many words fill
my head like bees
they swarm round
and round
and round
and each time I…
I hold them in
on elastics
they can’t leave
they anger
and sting
eager for that sweet
sweet release
dare I let them
out of me?
I fear the thought
the words
the questions
the rejections
so I sit content
to hear the buzz
and wait for that
that fateful day
for sweet release