Frustration

If I had a shiny gun,
I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains
Of the folk who give me pains.
***
Or had I some poison gas,
I could make the moments pass
Bumping off a number of
People whom I do not love.
***

Like a song trapped in a music box,

or a bird in a cage,

like a brook condemned to a dam,
my soul dreamt of an escape.

***

Somewhere beyond my inner walls,

Somewhere beyond must be a gate!
I searched deeper and deeper into my soul,

only to find the things I really loathed;

There must be something more than this empty glass,

something more than this broken heart.

***

The pain of frustration grew, like a giant reservoir;

Disappointments from all directions came pouring in.

Inspired frustration, divinely appointed,

you can choose your own roads,

but not where they will end.

The road most traveled,

is paved with self;

Turn your eyes in, it will lead you to hell.

***

You can play games,

pretend that it does not hurt.

But you can't stop Him (I mean God) from telling you:

"For something better I created you"