Frustration, Frustration

Frustration, frustration,
how I know you best.
How my challenge
is to always get you off my chest.
I sit and am
thankful for your absence
until you come
in a quickest instance.
You come through
like a freight train,
like the unexpected
thunderstorm's rain,
and unleash a fury
without the slightest
warning of aggression
or sign of where the light is.
You don't have any
worry or a care
of who you demolish
on your way through the air.
You simply land
wherever you deem
and leave the host
with a need to scream.
Now you have chosen
my body upon which to prey
and as your new
home for an extended stay.
When you will leave
and when you will be depart
is not yet known
to my head or my heart
but the departure needs
to be sooner rather than later
if anything is to be left
but a giant crater.