The Demise of Control

                                          THE DEMISE OF 'CONTROL'

I find myself fighting the urge to grieve

those days far gone, once young and naive

Where frolicking voices of youth once reigned

Now blossoms reality, albeit strained.

In grime Ive settled, debris and lost remnants

anticipation has fled with a vengeance

For fighting 'Surrender' is bitter and bleak

A teardrop of acid descending my cheek

I hope 'twards no man, gaze upon air

As my sore mottled heart bleeds beyond my repair

unwritten poems haunt stagnant minds

Scrambling demons whisper "release us from our binds"

'trek the fearless onward!!'

The haggard peasants say

'cast thy weakness down upon the ash where cowards lay'

crawling

Trying

Bawling

yes, crying

as the porcelain dream,

once mine and once trusted

-now vermin encrusted!-

that vision I lusted,

emits a shrill scream

Shudders and falls

-Oh! how small it now seems!

My life as I knew it now vaporized steam

A shattered illusion I don't wish to redeem!

so... serene.

Father who loves me, I coronate You.

Every nuance of empowerment upon which i did chew,

any form it did take, any size, shape or hue

(How i clung to control till my face turned bright blue)

I hand it all over, the whole hullabaloo

In return, just teach me the honest and true-

wrap me up in the path You want me to pursue.