Control

I wonder what becomes
Of those who care

And drown

In altruism, unreturned.

Choking on fear

Of unconditional love

And empathy, ungranted.



Losing control of sound and motion,

Trips you underground

Under the tender

Skin of your heart.



Falling head over heels

Plunging into the unknown,

And hot tears

Erupt in your tear ducts.



Anger revolts against kindness,

As hot lava streams in your arteries.

You wish you were asleep instead.



You find no sense in sensibility

Hearing the thundering

Cracks inside your chest.



Perhaps apologies,

Sweet nothings of the cool

And peaceful sort,

Have the potential of reception

In forgiveness.