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Frustration
I’ve been at my desk all day just thinking,
scraps of my thoughts in scribbles, not linking.
My mind numbed, drained of ideas,
The word ‘Stop’ would be music to my ears.
Frustration creeps up my weary spine,
just sitting waiting for an inspiration, a sign.
Boredom weakens my once strong bones,
My whole body gives, my brain just moans.
I lift myself up, my head in my hands,
I stare at the page, I wish it blank, there it stands!
I try to scream, I won’t go on, but I must…
pen to the page, but this pen I don’t trust.
Scribbles again, I collapse on my desk, that’s it!
I’m going to bed, leaving this work to sit
Leaving the boredom, resting my head
Where I can soothe my bones and frustration is dead.
(Some poem i wrote ages ago but i think it is quite fun, it applies to quite alot of my life!)
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'The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return.' And the greatest lullaby you'll ever know is Nat King Cole's 'Nature Boy'
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