Angry grimace, grit my teeth, squeeze my eyes closed, shut it out.
Nothing to do but start again.
Start the project again. Start me again.
Ever walk on a treadmill?
It takes effort just to go nowhere
If you ease up, you go backward
Think of how far you could go if you got off that treadmill
Regret regret regret regret
Each heartbeat counts down to the end
And here I am wasting seconds, minutes, hours, days
Being busy only feels like not wasting time… for a bit
There’s no point
Don’t walk into that train
Don’t… do… it…
You walked into that train. Again.
I don’t want to hear
Another fucking success story
About how, with pure determination
Someone overcame all of their problems
To do great things
And now sits on a pillowy throne of accomplishment.
For more poems of frustration, peer under the flower: