Frustrated am I
Flowing with anger in the,
Stream of hot furnace,
Ignited with fear and tear and
Displaced my peaceful poem,
By uniting my sorrow with hatred.
And the hatred took the sword
To kill my heart with destruction,
Of my joy and inner peace.
Thus frustrated am I,
With the fear of success,
And with rage in cheeks, I
Slept under the blanket,
With the ornament of a loser.
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