Loaded

 

impulse control

do you read me

 

impulse control

we’re going down

 

surrounded by sirens 

the entire mission's lost

 

schooled against temptation 

fighting an invisible enemy

 

bigger than our desires

we bow down at her feet

 

she’s the night 

we submit our tiny lives

 

for that feeling 

of certainty 

 

we haven’t been able to find

 

she’s right 

everything is wrong 

 

falling into beautiful

patterns as we fall 

 

◄ The Kinks

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Robert C Gaulke

Fri 9th Nov 2018 23:38

Thanks!

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Douglas MacGowan

Fri 9th Nov 2018 23:32

I like how your poem suggests visual things that are not specifically stated in the text. I especially like the last two lines.

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