Frustrations

Do not my frustrations

fly?

They take me
places

dark and brooding.

And though
I diligently try
to
keep them
pent and penned,

in the end
my resolutions bend
to release
feeling
what I was foreboding.

Then
helter-skelter
my thoughts roam,
until I finally bring them home.

Like raptors on the loose,
I'll recapture them,

until,
once again,

like caged or shackled creatures,
in prisoned pain,

their
fitted fetters

B - U - R - S - T.

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