Control

Control

A Poem by Lydia Waldock
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Fear what you feel and relish in the unknown

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Has vanity consumed you? 
Have you forgotten where your truth lies? 
How have the lines blurred for what side you fight on?
Setting sun smoke has blinded you 
You seek for art in the darkness
You seek for light in the meaning 
Your path has gone astray 
I am no longer here to lead you home to me 
I just wanted you to be. 
You fear the loose meaning of the rocks crumbling at your feet rather than the mountain that's making its mayday course upon you. 
Feel my shadow overtake yours. 
Morality is a mysterious substance
because although immortal you've got no sense of morality
time doesn't pass when your eyes are closed to those words that ring truth in your deaf ears
I am lost to you. 
Pose yourself dead to me 

© 2018 Lydia Waldock


Author's Note

Lydia Waldock
I am dyslexic and unsure if I made any mistakes

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I found meaning in this, even though at times the work seemed difficult, it was entirely meaningless. This piece still had a story to tell and sometimes, despite if others cannot find a meaning in it, you wrote it for some particular reason. Thats the beauty in writing, it doesn't have to be perfect, and sometimes it wont entirely make sense to anyone but yourself. But, I hope you continue to write despite your dyslexia because I am sure the more you have to say, the more messages you can share with a wider audience. Thank you!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Waldock

5 Years Ago

Thank you very much!!! I kinda wrote it about myself in a sense I guess but I really appreciate your.. read more



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wow this is deep. Controlling is a big theme and so interesting

Posted 5 Years Ago


Lydia Waldock

5 Years Ago

Thank you for the comment!!!
This is really good. The last line is the single most amazing combination of words I've read in a long time.

You're dyslexic? Its funny how good this is.

You're a funny thing, no offense.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Lydia Waldock

5 Years Ago

I’m a strange character I know. I am dyslexic it’s less so with reading but more with spelling a.. read more
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Wow this is great. Loved the rock/mountain metaphor. I’m new here but thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Lydia Waldock

5 Years Ago

Thank you for the comment! I’m glad you liked it!!
I kinda get what this is about but I'm not sure yet xd A little bit more time and I can come up with a story that matches the poem. Either way, I like it.

It seems that there are some sentences that can be fixed around somewhat, or at least the setup can be improved. But again, I like it. :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Waldock

5 Years Ago

Thank you very much!!!
I found meaning in this, even though at times the work seemed difficult, it was entirely meaningless. This piece still had a story to tell and sometimes, despite if others cannot find a meaning in it, you wrote it for some particular reason. Thats the beauty in writing, it doesn't have to be perfect, and sometimes it wont entirely make sense to anyone but yourself. But, I hope you continue to write despite your dyslexia because I am sure the more you have to say, the more messages you can share with a wider audience. Thank you!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Waldock

5 Years Ago

Thank you very much!!! I kinda wrote it about myself in a sense I guess but I really appreciate your.. read more

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Added on November 20, 2018
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Lydia Waldock
Lydia Waldock

British Columbia, Canada



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21 year old lover of poetry even bigger lover of writing poetry some trash some gold. life's tough might as well make some art more..

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