Frustration

Frustration

Old habits pull me down
As Davey Jones hand pulls
Souls into the deep

Mind racing, thousands of thoughts a minute
Hitting the limit, the red line
Threatening to tear loose from reality

Frustration clamps on my windpipe
Squeezing, choking, constricting
Like a large snake with a small rodent

Am I working the program?
Is the program working me?
Will I succeed or fail?

Thoughts of opportunities pissed away
Thoughts of a loved one far away
Will I disappoint her again?

Loneliness bears down on me
Like a speeding train
My foot is caught in the tracks

Pain no one can see
Pain only I feel
A desperate isolation in a crowded house

Frustration