foiled again

Write about frustration
nothing is simpler and so the words fail
thoughts are thwarted
an opening hangs in the void for days
my mouth agape
face to face with that most familiar of spectres
the fur of a black cat raised against a ghost
futile as a furled fist
I could go quietly bitter in a dying light
take arsenic or ignite the sisters of fate
but it’s all far too particular for that
mundane even
merely a need for utterance, some real words
a spell of poesy to nail frustration
here where conceptions are crucified
perhaps I should have opted for the heartbreak theme
– nothing is more familiar

Too long in the writing and so too late for Frank’s ‘Frustration and Heartbreak‘ prompt but there is always Open Link Night