FrustrationA Poem by Elvis GilleyLife can get the best of us all.Have you ever been frustrated to the end of all wits? Ever felt as if you merely a twit? Then my friend perhaps you have found the hope of a fool. Dangling from the tail of a rainbow.
The spectrum fading and smeared. While all the while you stared endlessly up a promises rear. No lucky Irish man to sing and dance. Only a fat fool with suspenders and pants.
You find yourself coming here and wondering Why the hell you ever desired the thoughts you were pondering? Come one come all. To this grand illusion we call life. See a single man watch the joys of a wife.
The nights cold and alone. These frigid hands are hardened to stone. So, again I ask one more time. Do you not see the life of love's mime.
Living in a invisible box. Watching those from outside throwing rocks. Hearing them as they crash through the pane. For my illusion has begun to drive me insane. © 2012 Elvis GilleyFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorElvis GilleyNew Brocton, ALAboutI love writing poetry about life, spirituality, and love. I have been writing for many years. Though I feel I posses a gift for it, I am learning. I love photography. Black and whites are my favorite .. more..Writing
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