Dews Of Frustrations Poem by Jake Tadla

Dews Of Frustrations



Droplets of cold dew
Falling upon my face
While the freezing air
Penetrates through me.

Demands of the atmosphere
Pre-requisites of the moment.
Should be fulfilled to live
And to prevent the chill.

But most of the time
Images of this green rose
Lingers in every corner
Of my freezing mind.

Would this frustrations
Come to the peak
How I wish it would be
Because I am already full of it.

But this little devil won’t let me
For the reason that it just don’t like.
It pulls me by my feet
As if the heavy chains of a slave.

Please help me
Oh! Light of revealing power.
So I might cope with it
I hope and wish continuously.

Or else flower buds
Would never bloom at all.
And the morning dew
Would not have the chance
To savor the ground.

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