Falling Apart...

it's happening again, i can feel it.

Yesterday I was confused,

because my apple juice didn't taste bitter in the morning,

and somehow i slipped on dry concrete.

Today, I'm frustrated.

Yesterday I was sad,

because you spoke to me with such hate,

and you stared at me, with those glaring, corrupted eyes.

Today, I'm just frustrated.

Yesterday I was tolerant,

because I understood that it was only your first run through hell,

I was there for you,

but today, I'm frustrated.

Maybe tomorrow will be simpler?

Maybe, you'll smile at me again,

and maybe we'll even share secrets like we used to. 

Maybe we'll listen to music and laugh the day away,

Maybe tomorrow, you'll turn my confusion into light, and my sadness into love, and my tolerance into acceptance.

Maybe tomorrow will be better,

Maybe.

Either way, I'm frustrated today. 

Author's Note

An emotional release no doubt, but not enough I think. I'm still frustrated.

Reviews

[GlamGirl]

A lot of deep talk in this poem. We can all relate to having those days. I love it!

[Deepshikha]

Until the last big stanza, this reads less like poetry, but that's okay, since I'm getting a feel for your emotions, which seem chalked up, trying to all get out at once. I like the repetition and I like the last line, which leaves me hanging and really feeling where you are.
I hope everything's okay.

[Jeff]

So much emotion going on in this piece.

[These Haunted Hallways]

Oy, i definitely know those days for sure. And i even know when a day's not gonna go well, too hehe. This was really great tho. Hope tomorrow's a better day for ya tho. Hang in there :)

M.