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『 Sentiments of Frustration 』

Date Originally Written: February 20

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When a poet cries, the inks are her tears.

She scribbles the emotions into words, and

Pours her frustrations through a poem.

When a poet cries, metaphors are her refuge,

She makes a poem despite being broken, and

Build a haven out of those rhymes.

When a poet cries, her shouts are unheard.

Her screams and sobs echoes through the vast pages

Of the back of the book until it gets soaked with

The woes and endless sentiments.

A poet cries, but no one listens

Until then, she'd realize, crying isn't a weakness.

When a poet cries, she feels strong.

She can be like a god, breathing words into fire.

She can freeze time, she can stop tides

She can even bring someone back to her life.

She can be like a god, creating her own paradise.

But like any other poets, she's got her dark side,

When a poet cries, she kills.

When a poet cries, the poems can become deadly.

The poems can be vessels for depression and anxiety.

Bottled up emotions— pain, fear, and despair.

The sentiments of frustration echoes everywhere.

When a poet is frustrated, she cries through a poem

But poems were never remedies for frustrations.

Poems, they live longer, but poets give up.

I am a poet. A frustrated, lonely poet.

When I cry, the inks are my tears.

I scribble emotions into words, and

I pour my frustrations through a poem.

Poems, they live longer, but poets give up.

I don't. Some poets live longer like poems do.

If poems are not remedies, then poets are.

When a poet writes, she can conquer anything.

Frustrations, they go, but poets stay strong.

When a poet cries, the inks are her tears.

When a poet writes, she's got nothing to fear.