I begged:
"Let me be the one in control."
All those remedies began to take a toll.
Sick of shoving the alcohol down my throat.
Constantly searching for a soul to be my scapegoat.
Was that it?
I thought: "Is this truly what life is?
There has to be more to it than this."
I constantly begged:
"Let me be the one in control."
I have a lot to do in a world so cold.
It's my goal to make this place better.
A loving and open-minded world that could last forever.
I want to see people become mentally healthy.
I want to see them working hard, successful and wealthy.
So I continued to beg:
"Let me be the one in control."
So I could've protected the last of my clinging soul.
It was dwindling away,
The longer I chose to stay.
As much as I was enraged,
And disgusted by my actions, I pleaded.
I was there on my knees begging for what I needed.
In a demanding voice, I uttered:
"Let me be in control."
Because when you infected my conscience;
It's communication with me was never the same,
And surprisingly I don't know if it's you I blame.
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REMEDIES 2: FURY
PoetryIn this sequel to remedies, after the personal endeavors encountered by the main character, we tag along for his next obstacle. This 10 foot wall that he has to hop over, just so happens to be another battle within himself. The twist however, is th...
