It strikes fear
It's always hard to bear —
Harder to hear
It's not meant to scare
It's erratic, seismic and chaotic
An ever ending cacophony
An obsession so toxic
More stressful than lobotomy.
With a beautiful and organised nature
It's slippery persona betrays
The stubborn chaser
Until he or she dismays
It's an illusion
An hallucination —
Imagination's creation
And a source of confusion
It is this constant obsession
That leads to depression
A ton-weighing toll
This slippery control.
Still we ask the question
That might lead to the confession
Of the lies we've been told
Through dreams yet to unfold
Of ghostly control
That sparks the want in our soul.
We shall never realise
The impossibility
Of Times Of Control.
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Still Wishing
Poetry- C o m p l e t e d - Started on the 23. 02. 19 Completed on the 27. 05. 19 DEEP poems And others not so deep. Hope you like them. They get better as you read. #6 quickread || 02. 01. 2019 #262 short || 16. 01. 2019 #2 anythingreally || 23. 02...
