Frustrated

To rip myself from here
in
one big melodramatic exit
would be
great.
Throwing the world
out of the window,
fall into
the calming black.
Crack open their heads
and
fill them with elusive sense,
or
at least your point of view.
Stay away
from my corner!
My last stand
is compromised by
this.
A
‘soul with no foot prints’
expresses
sympathy across time.
I am
forced to describe the vague,
I can’t cope with
frustration.

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