The Monster is Waiting
The monster is waiting. I can hear it crawling. I can hear it's breath. I can hear it racing. And it carries death. The monster is waiting. It's hidden deep within the recesses of my mind. It waits.…
nocontrol is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 2 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees nocontrol in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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