Frustration
Frustration, in Poetry comes in many forms.
Sometimes as a looming, dark cloud,
When it seems, I cannot pen anymore.
Sometimes a poem you might think is your best,
Is ignored like stenchy road kill?
But your pen moves on, regardless, that's the test.
Other times you send friends the exact link.
You wonder if they died?
Or do the words from your poem, in truth,stink?
It's a wonder why I even continue...
My eyes are burning and my scribblings avoided.
I don't know how to pleae you.
Aye, there's the rub exactly for me!
Either write because I actually like it...
Or stop doing poetry!
10-23 2020
Poem 5
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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