Total Control

by Megan   Aug 1, 2006


He still carries my soul
Everywhere he goes.
He watches my every move
And tells me what to do.
For some reason
I can't escape him.
I feel like a broken angel
As he leaves me to dangle
From these chains that strangle.
I've lost control of this life
And he laughs while I use this knife.
He thinks it's funny,
Because it's on the ground running.
The rain pours down
As I drop to the ground.
It looks like he won
And I'm finally done.
Another broken soul
Gone and cold.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Aussie

    Gr8 poem... i like how u use adj. it got a really good rythm. good job:)