The Edge of Frustration
Joys of the day,seems to be limited,
with sun going down,leaving me frustrated.
Dunno what makes me so ,trying to figure it out
whether its the horrible climate or the little ones shout
But again,I've tolerated climates worse than present
and the presence of kids ,happiness was all it meant
then what could be the reason for my present state
that my very lovable things are now an object of hate
Irritation seems to be ready for anything that comes across
Be it either a friend or family with everyone I'm cross
Find me a place where I can get a moment of peace
along the blue high skies or in the lovely green trees
As i need to get away from this reality of irritation
killing me every moment at the edge of frustration.
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