Frustration building as you count to ten

A cannon ready to explode at any moment

Deep breaths, one…two…three…

Doesn’t help, you can still feel it rising inside

The frustration and anger that is screaming inside

Climbing and fighting to break free

Mounting and Building until it consumes

Climbing and screaming until you drown

Crushing and overwhelming

The tension builds to a new intensity

You need to let it out, you need to scream

Scream with not just your voice

But allow your whole body the outlet

The vent that is needed for all of the steam

The frustration builds as you sit there

Wanting to move without knowing where

Without having a purpose you feel antsy

Needing a release from the frustration

You go on anyway, not having another option

The only choice is to be frustrated or forget it…