Frustrated Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Frustrated



Avenues of turmoil turn around again and again,
always wanting to run in circular patterns.

Not breaking from the circumference of what
they've always known in life.

Throwing in the towel, being frustrated with
everything, living in abject poverty because
of it.

Sunday, June 21, 2015
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