Answers They Don't Have

This is a poem from a couple months ago that I never posted...sorry for the delay but I hope you enjoy a blast from the past writing style/mind that I carried:


When ideas run rampant
without an outlet
why should I not
act upset?
I know there is
some reason or rhyme
but what if I don't
have the time
to take to figure
or take to discover
when it seems the process
is immediate for others?
I can't turn to them
for the answers
that they don't have
for this, my cancer.
I can't turn to those
who seem to luck out
and when they don't give
I scream and shout.
They don't have
what I'm looking for
or what I need them
to have in store.
There is only one
place it is found,
a place of wisdom
so profound,
but my stubbornness
is yet to be ready
for the approaching
of that place that's steady.
When my anger that
surpasses passes
maybe then can I
look through the glasses.
I hope it's soon
that this anguish of arrogance leaves
so I can once again
feel some kind of peace.