What It Is That Does This

Sometimes I have to force myself,
To shut down and turn off.

Sometimes my need succeeds,
Unrested.

And I am at a lost,
To find an excuse...
To direct this 'energy'.
That 'boost' that uses me.

Believing I control.
And I am the boss.

But I am not!
And I wish I could tell you,
Who is!
Or what it is that does this!
Although I may know why.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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