Frustration
Frustration kills me deep within
so I mutter I murmur I question I reason
A thousand words come to my mind
I give I care I need if I dare
Why cant I have things my way
I pray I weep and still try to keep
If only must I be satisfied
I shout and scream from this spot where I still stand alone
I question my self a thousand times
What do you really want?
I have a want... now I want the have...
The touch the hand the real the feel
If I can only have you
poem by Meena Mustafa
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