Flustered am I

frustrations come pouring out

nothing to pout on about

Seem to have reached a dead end

stumbling blocks around  bend.

Angry at everything around me

Hope no where to see

Being busy as a bee

Is no way to be,

In the end , 

it is you , yourself with you have to contend

Facing your fears , 

even when you want to run away like a frightened deer

Makes you so mad

LIving like that is so sad.

But what to do?

A life is all you got,

to crave out the madness inside,

while you bide your time

till then anger smites and wipes

all reason aside.

Frustrations galore

want to stamp out everything in the way

what do I say?

when time holds still

keeping my anger at bay.

My dreams going astray.

Paralysed and unable to do anything anyway

Hammering at doors that do not open

Screaming and not being heard

That is the part where you shred apart.

Even in dreams , where you lose control

Flustered and running into mazes

Round and round

Hollering without a sound

Round and Round

Your conscience on the rebound

Flustered and out of control

not the same any more.

Silent and forbidding are these walls

Will I ever let them fall?

 Thoughts run in my head,as  I lay

silent And weeping on the floor,

seeking an opening in my mind's door.

Wandering helplessly on distant delusional shores,

I find my self lost all the more.