THE FREQUENCY OF FRUSTRATION POEM

Trapped in time an endless maze
Of spirals underground
Doors all leading nowhere
And no breath of life is found
For fractal is the endless gaze
An infinite repose
The seer′s sense is heightened
Yet the timeline grows and grows
Not one key unlocks the door
And not one clue is placed
Despite relentless looking
And all darkened shadow faced
The golden ticket is retained
The narrow halls go through
Yet at the end there's nothing
But the mirror facing you
And as I stand in front of me
I look at loving eyes
I see what I have feared the most
And watch the phoenix rise
Through ashes I have risen still
Through darkness and despair
And as the past went missing
There is love eternal there
No more shall sirens ring at night
For sovereign do I stand
I look straight in the mirror
And I take the mirror′s hand