The Wrong Word Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The Wrong Word



Another curse word I just wrote you instead of your.
Why am I in such a hurry that I skip whats needed.
Even as my fingers are bleeding.
I still hit repeat.
The meaning missed and not complete.
Feeling defeated, get more angry by the minute, by the second.
Opps I did it again.
Going to have to buy another laptop I guess.
One of these days I'm going to grow the patience needed.
For that hurts the wallet in ways I can't describe.
Like an addict it comes before even food.
Suddenly homeless on the street then I really lose.
Maybe that, just maybe that's some I shouldn't do.

Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: frustration
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