The feeling of anger
nothing to please me
broken spin on a book
a creased page
or a crumpled cover.
It's not difficult
to want another.

A busted nib
and inky hands
distracts from
write
leads to wrong.

Perhaps a guitar
with a broken string
dinted wood
or dulled up tuning
a downhill spiral
seems occuring.

A crappy download
with bad bass sounds
missing out words
times without them.

Lack of imagination
nothing to inspire me
or just no means
of expressing
how you truly feel.

When those close to you
get you down
get under your skin
and squirm around.
Aggrevating.
Irritating.

Everyone feels this way
every now and then
I don't believe my feelings
are any worse
or frequent
than other men.
I am the same,
yet different.

Through the darkness
I see my shining Sun.