Annoyance


(Based on "Hope" by Emily Dickinson)

Annoyance is the thing with constant wings-
that whine in a ceaseless tone,
and sucks the blood from your veins,
and never leaves you alone

Scrating itches that come from bites
will lead to oozing sores,
Countless swarms of futile fights
The way to win is to ignore

Like thunder before lightning forms-
in the humid of the skies,
Thousands gather before a storm
Your frustration is their prize.
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