Control
high on a mountain, in the desert breeze
nothing but rocks, critters that sneak
under the sun and relentless heat
I cast you out, far away from me
down, down I trek, careful where I step
down, down to the valley dripping with sweat
feelings of remorse, in loneliness creeps
when I get back home, you are waiting for me
it seems I can't rid this hold that you have
I think that it's gone, then it's back again
always within, it stays in my soul
what was it like...before you took control?
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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