Frustrated

Frustration,
like tide, is growing,
On a fullmoon night.

Life,
Like a flower half bloomed,
Is waiting for the storm to blow the petals away.

Love,
Like a meandering river,
has lost its way.

Friends,
Like moisture on parched lips,
Have dried out.

Destiny,
Is an excuse I use,
For everything ‘not done’

Desire,
Like a candle in the wind,
is still burning, but for how long....