Waiting
Weighted
Feeling like I'm controlled
Hoping
Doping
Chemically I'm consoled
I'm patient
Complacent
Feeling a war unfold
Atone
Alone
But that's not what I'm told
Grieving
Leaving
My soul is what I sold
Forever in a box
Doomed to grow old
As my life gathers problems
Like bread does mold
My regrets hit the bottom
Deep where it's cold
I lost life's treasure
As solid as gold
I can't escape this feeling
Of feeling controlled
©parasyte
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