Control Poem by Azul Noir

A small seed springs to life.
Happy. Carefree. In Control.
Firmly planted in its place.
Growing. Learning. Sure.

A calling purpose starts to form.
Creeping. Spreading. Slow.
Push the boundaries. Feel the walls.
Closing. Crushing. Scream.

A leaf forms on the highest branch.
Break off. Free fall. Lose control.
A floating unsupported recklessness.
Turning. Desperate. Small.

Full of weight it hits the ground.
Helpless. Hopeless. Sorry.
Thrown up by a gust of wind.
Tumbling. Unsure. Scared.

A whisper of itself is left.
So much wasted. Changed. Unwhole.
All that's left is nothingness.
Control.