Sorrow ***** Frustrated Poet Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

I was angry at my pen
not it had black-dried ink
I was incensed at my pen
it wrote no more inspiring poems

I threw it on the wall
and rolled into wooden floor
I kicked it out of the door
i would't see that pen anymore

I was angry with my notes
Not it content a tiresome jokes
I was incensed with my books
all i wrote here lead to naught

I was bored to glance nature
all i know was to be reborn as new creature
I was scared to wipe pointless tears
just to hold blame of failure years

I was once a frustrated poet
this hidden speech was aimed to please
a key to open hopeful gate
and then new BLITHE POEM i create