Control

Pills crushed on the ground
By inadvertent steps
I sit on the bathroom floor
Staring at the dusty remains

Should I stay evasive
Before my tired mind
Or look it in the eyes
And knock the scenery down

Just a mere coincidence
Or a real sign of fate
I need to take my time
I need to concentrate

Arms crossed on my chest
I look for a little warmth
Inhale, hold, exhale
These shivers have to stop.

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7 thoughts on “Control

  1. hbhatnagar March 19, 2015 / 2:01 pm

    Breathe, and they will. Face or fly, they’re both valid choices. I hope you feel better.

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    • HeavyCloud March 19, 2015 / 4:47 pm

      I first have to warmly decide not to be cold anymore… 😉 thank you for your words and your wishes!

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      • lilypup March 19, 2015 / 5:31 pm

        I just think of myself sitting around slid against the cold toilet and very depressed. Ick!

        Liked by 1 person

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