Haiku Sunday (105-108)

Frustration

Take me to the wood,
To the secret mountain lakes,
Where no one can hear.

The muted screams and shouts.
Frustration boiling over.
These are troubling days.

Like burnt offerings
I’ll leave my discontent,
For others to find.

I can’t control
The future or change the past.
So I will let go.

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