Your poem is tragically beautiful. I found it while trying to see if ‘mentalhealth’ was a tag anyone used, and was rather excited to see a fellow poet in the tags.
The feelings of frustration this evokes... I’ve re-read it a few times now, trying to ensure that my reply fully grasps it, but it feels like each time I read it, it has a different emotion, all woven together with the thread of frustration.
Sometimes it's easy to pen and then I pen complexity through simple words. Writing can be interesting even for the writer.
Yes. Frustration. An emotion that won't stop leaving me feeling helpless. And nothing frustrates a man like helplessness!