Poetry

The frustration

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Is there as you look at those that played the victim.

But they had planned it all out, and in the end, it didn’t go their way.

Because most things in life don’t go as planned, and as you complain again, I walk away shaking my head.

I know, you know why things didn’t work out, but if you didn’t know, well, you know now.

As the night ends and the morning beginnings, the anger you keep safe inside starts to spill out.

And over time, it all fades away, but you will not forget the game they all played just for a holiday.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes