Control Poem by Caleb Gonzales

Control



The voices below, whisper
Break the ice, crack
To feel the cold, to feel...
Something
Something in their veins
Nothing in their conscious
Leave out, break free
A replica of my soul
The distortion of my mind...
Nothing to do, but...
Lose control

Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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Caleb Gonzales

Caleb Gonzales

Bakersfield California
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