For What Lies Hidden

A collection of all my poetry in an order I think makes reading it even more fun and exciting.


89. Losing Control

Looking around me

What do I see?

I see people

All happier than me.


I know what I want,

To be like them.

I know what to do,

To be like them.


That isn’t all,

I need something to control,

Something that won’t run away,

Leave me stranded on my own.


It looks like that happened anyway,

Despite all my efforts.

I didn’t have control,

Something harsher did.

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