Control

Kill this lethargic feeling

that is always stealing Time

rooted to the spot

as the hours unwind

Every man's pain is always blame

some scarlet rose stain

that can never be contained

tell me, what's in a name?

Covered in warm breath

from an uneventful birth

juxtapose supposed worth, 

to an untimely death

We must never forget

this crashing world that frets

and thrives on debt

with unrealistic goals never met

So dig me out of that hole

a blackness so cold

out of the confining fold  

these last filaments of control

mathiasthom

written 5/28/20