Evenings of Frustration!

Sitting in the room, with a system on the lap...

unlocking every time it goes standby...

thinking of doing something, but don't know, what?

Opening the browse & staring at it...

checking the mail box again n again,

knowing that a new mail makes my hand-held device ring...

thinking of what to do, my fingers stay on the keys,

& eyes stare at the screen...

feeling like doing something,

that produces some adrenalin...

answer for which being unknown,

I stare at the screen, unlock it once again...

feeling like walking on a road,

though not alone, but surrounded

by complete loneliness & immense darkness...

I stare at the screen unlocking it once again...

feel like writing a poem, describing the state-of-my-mind...

feel like making a film, depicting the encounters within me...

but, Iam neither a poet, rhyming my feeling...

nor Iam an actor, portraying emotions of manipulation...

& one more dawn of frustration turns into,

the darkness of night, in a matter-of-course...

with a call for a fag thickening the clouds in the skies,

I forget everything, hoping for a difference with a smirk on the face...

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