I'm Frustrated
Everyone keeps parading my Shame the global world.
I've sunk in the paraded shame.
My gravelled hands have borne the heaviness of clumsy.
How I wish heaven could just strike me down.
I keep on nurturing a waste of hope,
Thinking the scorn,laughter and jeers would become limited.
Yet,I keep playing on,through the jeers and abuse.
Will this ever end?
Folowosele Iyanuoluwa
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 07/10/2020
Poet's note: It's such a great privilege putting my feelings in words. The poem signifies and tells more about how frustration has overwhelmed and made me the laughing stock. Well,it's fine. I still have hope of a better future.
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