Frustration is a navy blue wave
Turning and churning, crashing and thrashing,
Dark and powerful and angry and crude,
Wanting so badly to break out of its set path,
But knowing the only end designed for it,
By the powerful wind that blew it into existence,
Is to crash into the shore with an ending so insignificant,
That it is forgotten from time, from life, from the world,
And from the vast unforgiving ocean that so carelessly consumes it