Here is a poem that is meant to represent frustration and a feeling of being at the end of a rope. While I believe summer is a time of progress and rebirth, nurturing the seeds one has sown, and watching them grow, this can be for all those who have tried their best and worked hard, yet feel deserted as they have yet to see anything in return for their hard work. This can be any of us at any time during our lives. This can be a whole group of people who feel mistreated and their efforts slighted by lack of progress.!!While this poem was written to be performed, I am happy to share it with you and have you lend your own voice to the words, to experience or remember your own struggle.!!Remember, summer is a time of progress, the worst is behind you, and the best is ahead.!~~~~!!EARS THAT CAN’T LISTEN!!My composure is lost,!!My kindness has run dry.!!I am tired of bashing my head on blood-stained walls!!that have no ears and can’t listen.!!Pulling the sword out of the stone, is no great feat...!!The stone doesn’t bleed or melt.!!I’m staring into the eyes of soul-less bodies,!!empty vessels, lifeless children.!!I’ve watered gardens that bore no fruit...!!I wonder now whether they were flowers at all!!or just weeds, absorbing the water to fatten their bellies;!!careless, as the once green grass withers and dies.!!I too was once filled with love and concern,!!but you’ve killed me, so I’ve withered and died.!!~~~~!!Thank you.!! !Ariz Saleem