frustration

Frustration.
A well of ire
swelled beyond reason.
This treason I visit
On myself.
For reasons I can’t explain
There is rage.
Like a caged man
I sit and wait.
Even though the gate is open
I cannot leave.
I choose to believe
I have control
Over my anger.
Though its painfully obvious
even to me
that you can’t tame
the untamable.
So I impatiently wait
For the patience
To wait this out.