Poetry

What am I

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Waiting for as everything just goes down hill.

The frustration is strong and the demand to get it done is ridiculous.

As the anger boils up with nothing left but ashes when I’m done.

Nothing matters anymore as all I see is red and all I want is for the bullshit to end so I can walk way with a smile on my face and the termination of knowing it will not matter in the end

Tomorrow will not be worth it in the end I know I won’t be.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes