Control Poem by Feroze Varun Gandhi

Control



I am not at war I tell myself
As I hold these captured silences
As trophies in my war of repose
My hands are too large for these shackles
But fit neatly into your sadness
I am not lost
Waiting to be tamed
I have become
the residue of the chase
How many lives
walk through us in pain
As we wrest control of this climb

Control
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: alone,courage,dark,death,fire,grief ,hope,hopelessness,loss,memory
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