Frustration. A Poem

Dwell on your frustration
In this space of past trials
An immersion into intentions
Expresses an endearing futility
As the wind batters the sea
You ask more than you need
A glutton of desires turn
A thwarted aim punishes itself
With the bitter taste of defeat
In the vanity of helplessness
The sea dumps itself on the beach
Until it turns on itself
To face the wind on its back.