Control

I need the meds. I need something to spoil the mood. To plant the seed. Where the garden flowered over my sight. I need the fix. I need the mix to change the tone. The tune banging in circles. To change her mind. I need mind control. Event control yes event control. To splice the film the way I want. To control. The meds to control...myself. I knock but I've lost. I've lost...myself.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the need and desperation in this poem. Sometime we depend on things to make us strong. They will tear us down in the end. A strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote