I am frustration

Maybe you are, too

It is so painful

To always be refused



But when I say I wouldn't miss you

I am wrong



I have been waiting

Waiting for a clue

It has gotten so waiting

Is all I seem to do



You can come to me and

I wouldn't mind

You can correct me when I am wrong

It is inevitable



Like the fall from the ages

Of Etruscan minds

Or the springing from cages

Of criminals and lions