Frustration (An Original Poem)
I walk over graves
I kick their flowers
And they haunt me for days
I kick their flowers
And they haunt me for days
The car window begs
For my tire iron
They claim I’m just the dregs
For my tire iron
They claim I’m just the dregs
Never raised my hand
Couldn’t get it wrong
Fuck school, I’ll start a band
Couldn’t get it wrong
Fuck school, I’ll start a band
nice!
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Great poem. Your frustration can drive you to success.
Fellow poet here, do check out my work too
I especially like that first stanza.
That was my favorite too
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