~A poem about not having control over the uncontrollable~
No Control
I told the night to leave me,
and asked the day to perish as well,
yet seasons and times never listen.
Time still moves no matter how much I plead.
So many days, I begged for tomorrow
not to greet me,
and begged again for winter not to arrive,
even tried to will the rain away.
Such a lack of control,
finding nothing left to ask for.
Because the rain will still pour,
and the sun will still rise,
and the night will still fall,
with or without my bidding.
I wasted all of those years
trying to flee from time.
Until next time, stay safe, and be blessed!
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