Enough
#29 of National Poetry Writing Month
If you're looking for some grand, special, or deeper meaning to this poem then I'm sorry to disappoint but I honestly just wrote this poem in like 5 minutes because I was sick and tired of trying to figure out some added features in a video game.
Such is life.
Angry. Irritated. Fed up. Sick and tired. ENOUGH.
You try and try to follow directions for something that seems so simple to others only to end up with dead ends and useless rewards.
Around and around in circles wracking your brain for an answer that to others comes so easily.
What's even the point of it all?
All of this hard work with little to show for it but anger and frustration?
What's the point of going on when the annoyance it causes starts to outweigh the rewards you were promised?
Some people fight it out. Determined to find the answer to a problem that doesn't matter and doesn't mean anything in the long run.
But others are not so loyal. They have more important things to do then sit around while their happiness and joy is sucked out by useless pursuits.
Sometimes no matter how badly you want to stick it out you've finally just had enough.