I know what it's like
to lose control.
The mind ticks
ticks away
Stop.
continues without you,
leaves you behind.
I know what it's like
to lose control.
To feel scared
of yourself
Stop.
to feel disconnected.
Separated from the mind.
I know what it's like
to lose control.
as if you are
chasing your mind.
Stop.
the mind that has
betrayed you.
I know what it's like
to lose control.
To feel lost,
without direction.
Stop.
It makes you
feel numb
I know what it's like
to lose control.
The mind mocks you,
your thoughts laugh at you
but it you can't stop.
Stop.
We are losing
control.
About the Creator
D Burton
I have strong opinions and a desire to change the world.
This is a collection of short personal essays and poetry.
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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