control.
a poem which encompasses the desire to be in complete control of…well, everything.
the constant fixation of being in total control;
can adversely affect a person, as a whole;
its bitterness penetrates deep within the soul;
and can hinder the progress of any goal;
i’ve always been one to wish to dictate;
beyond what i remotely can;
which i believe is to compensate;
for anything that hasn’t gone according to plan;
sometimes it’s difficult to articulate;
my desire to govern how things are ran;
sometimes it’s painful to contemplate;
the root of where this obsession began;
control encircles my entire existence;
control includes an arduous persistence;
control strikes me deep in my core;
regardless of any barriers or distance;
control has me weeping on the floor;
because of my suffering, despite my resistance;
my mind and my heart are severely sore;
because of control’s authoritative consumption;
because of the mass amounts of obstruction;
and all of the destruction;
that went in conjunction;
with the emotion that triggers a malfunction;
control can manifest in a variety of ways;
sometimes it’s compulsion, sometimes it’s brazen craze;
control has affected my fundamental attitude;
control has a diverse impact on my mood;
control can deceive me to completely seclude;
control has caused my perception to be skewed;
control has influenced the way that i’ve viewed;
life itself, and myself, particularly my personality;
the need for control has a distinct brutality;
the power of control has distorted my mentality;
the strength of control has decreased my vitality;
the effects of control have utterly exhausted me;
i’m moving in the direction of my own mortality;
and the shining star on the path towards fatality;
is the leverage that control has obtained;
and the restriction of being completely chained;
by the tight grasp that control has gained;
my attempt to be free merely has me drained;
and the vivid details of war have been acutely engrained;
and center of conflict, which has remained;
completely unable to be contained;
is none other than the force of control;
control invokes me stare and scroll;
at of all the artificial posts on my phone;
and my brain transitions into a mental war zone;
of utter comparison and a manipulative tone;
and that exploitation can be blamed on control alone.
About the Creator
zoe frenchman
I’m Zoe, I’m 21, and I’m an aspiring writer, filmmaker, musician, & mental health advocate. I’m a poet and content writer currently enrolled in the Creative Writing BFA program at Full Sail U!
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