Scream

He couldn’t keep a job from week to week

for the life of him, couldn’t find stability

he’d get excited when something seemed promising

but when it fell apart, inevitably it seemed,

he’d be left wanting to scream,

tears of frustration streamed down his cheeks

By:J.N.R Dutton

Author: J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

Husband. Father. Writer/Independent Journalist/Poet. Artist,all around creative soul. I reside in Southern Idaho with my wife & son. View all posts by J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)