The point of control

was the deal breaker

All volume


extremely loud

Voices are frantic

As panic and anxiety

Close in

What was doable

Is in conceivable

Suddenly there’s tears

And you are backed into a corner

No one hears  pain

No wants to listen

The victim is you

And you are the victim

The Once tools to fix

Are rusty and don’t work

You call the Dr, he doesn’t want to see you

And gives no excuse

There is no point of control

The deal was broken

And the patina is

Starting to


What is left


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