Poem: Dream Killer by Ann Curtis

Frustration.
Bottled up inside
When to let go,
Should I? Where and how
will it release?
It is potent,
stronger than tar,
thicker than smog.

It wells up inside
angrier than Ceres
Double-headed, double-edged
razor-sharp with need.

There is no outlet.
Where’s the outlet?
It stays locked inside.
Until one day the dam bursts;
it leaks out.

Woe unto those
who witness the explosion.
Bottled up neuroses,
not palatable.

Then neither is asinine.

Frustration.
It tears at you.
eats away,
destroys happiness,
families,
one’s sense of worth,
a person’s well-being.

It quashes joyous wonder,
harbors resentment.
If left alone,
it festers and gives
only disillusionment.

Frustration is a silent killer of dreams.

Ann M. Curtis
1/1/05

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