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