Control

sometimes we have it...sometimes we don't

it's building

i hear nothing

only see a face

i hear the words

it grows

i try for control

but it's slipping

they get closer

they get louder

becoming furious

pressure building in my head

control is being pulled from my grasp

he slows down

i feel im regaining it

im holding on

almost two hands

just two more seconds

i feel relief coming

he reaches to touch me

i lose it

it's gone........