Frustration – A Poem By Kelly D. Tolman

Posted by admin on October 15, 2008

Cold as ice and bound for hell
the dogs pounded a thrashing knell
of death beyond the moonlight clean,
while I with mine began to scream.
The fate of men wrought clear with blood
came howling down like devil’s love
to drown the hopes and mysteries
bound within my poetry.

I hope you got a laugh from this. I find the frustration of writing so annoying that sometimes I just have to find the humor somewhere.