Control Poem by Zoe St. George

I gaze through the streets
Behind skyscrapers and through alleyways
Seeking anything that means something
In a world of distress
Stumbling through lack of purpose
Tripping over past mistakes
Abrasions and grazes
Of hard work that never paid off
I hear whispers in the wind
Unclear mumblings
Sending shivers through my spine
Crawling across concrete and cobblestone
In a cold, bleak system
Who's really in control?