Poems

No Control

I kneel before them

hands raised in the air

begging, pleading

my life in the balance

They control me

my mind and soul

They are neither

young nor old.

They taunt and tease

teach and converse

but they have control

they write the verse

They speak to me

almost spiritually

telling me, right, wrong

or somewhere in between

but they are not me

I have not the control

I am but a pawn

in their big plan