Frustration Poem by Marilyn Jean

Is too many things
Piling up then sliding
Burying me down in mud

Often, it is knowing
You will be gone soon
And I am all alone

Or it is when crying
Not expecting much
I cannot see any hope

Also, when it is late
And there is no word
To say the truth

The truth about love
That keeps on dying here
Then regrows fast there

Frustration is nobody
Cares nor wish to hear this
But that changes nothing

Then it changes a bit
But it stays around
So, tomorrow I will cry

For my love and my star
Again, will cross my sky
But I will remain trapped