Life is A Sum Of Frustrations

Little by little
It chips away at you
For life is a shit sandwich
Extracting its due

It demands and demands
Sucking each breath out of you

And killing you slowly.

Such is the end of your travails
Under the sun while
Moving with that tremendous load

On your shoulders
For ever and a day.

Frustrations
Remain a constant, no doubt always
Under the surface ready to burst
Suffices only a small blockage
To hinder and then only a spark
Resulting in pent up anger exploding
At once with hell fire
Thundering mindlessly
In every direction
Out of control and
Needing a lot of
Self-control to end the tsunami.