poems of frustration

I wrote these a few months ago when things weren't going well, and I was rather depressed...as you can tell.

Troubles come in waves,

washing over me

receding for a time

only to threaten

to overwhelm me again

I sit in the breakers

Unable to remove myself

From their grip

Unable to grasp

The hope that I

Will ever reach high ground

The future is a tease

A taunt

A promise of what is to come

Only to tell you that

You can’t have it yet

Just wait, it says

Wait until tomorrow

Only tomorrow

Never comes