In Control

A short poem about being in control.

Do you want to know something?

It's like,

I'm in an art gallary.

Where they tell you,

Not to touch the paintings.

But,

I feel as if my finger tips,

Are all over them.

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Reviews

[zainul]

Wonderful write.
The feeling of finger tips over the paintings may suggest your merger with them through mind,

[Hannavas R.]

Thank you very much.

[zainul]

You are always welcome.

[MoriartyMesa]

Was the feeling of isolation the muse of the work.

[Hannavas R.]

o.o Actually... yes, it was.