Who Am I

Alone in pain
Feeling isolated, by myself hurting inside
These self-inflicted, scab verbiage wounds
That dire stain sensation, lying deep within
That will not heal blisters, but festers prone
The road potholes, daily challenge to cope
Never to give up dye roller coaster, writing
The character of vowels around consonant
Elocution that must seed purpose to life.
Who am I
Eye to eye
Ear to ear
My hear ring echo says
I am a frustrated Poet
I am a frustrated Poet
I am a frustrated Poet…………….
In every day FRUSTRATION.

B)

Where does the ending
build up the beginning again
…….and again

C)

Toward the end,
we look back
toward the beginning,
to see if we accomplished,
anything in between.

HeArtMosphere Poet