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Frustration

Member since 2003 · Posted 7 Jan 2003 · 7 comments

Every time I try to write My brain spews out another sight Of nauseating fayre: Love I've found and lovers lost Life and death, what war has cost The futility of prayer Disturbed by chains that bind my mind What inspiration can I find To dance upon a page I've reached a point Cannot anoint Salvation from this rage!

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7 comments

[9] Caducus 7-Jan-03/8:54 AM Reply

Intelligently written, I must say the last stanza is the icing on a cake of frustration

[9] Robert K Foster 7-Jan-03/8:56 AM Reply

I like this a lot, but I think you may have misclassified it as a limerick.

[n/a] scitz › Robert K Foster 7-Jan-03/9:26 AM Reply

HES RIGHT ITS NOT A LIMERICK.

ALSO DITTO I LIKE IT TOO

[9] INTRANSIT 7-Jan-03/9:41 AM Reply

dona matter what eet ees. eees goot.

[7] Bachus 7-Jan-03/10:42 AM Reply

then scab.

[8] ramtheman1 18-Oct-03/2:36 AM Reply

i like this poem.

[1] Edna Sweetlove 20-May-06/5:06 PM Reply

This is a limerick? I must be chinese.