Trip Poem by blake graves

Trip



I trip.
I fall forever.
When I stand I am not me.
As i feared.
It has happened.
I've fallen out of myself.
I've lost control.
I've lost the reigns.
My demons find them.
They guide me.
they control me.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: lost
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