Natural Veroniconem (First Segment)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The natural battle of life

Submitted: November 26, 2014

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With your hand at my throat I seize to exist

My formality is converted into insanity

From peace keeper to tyrant, with the flick of my wrist

I seem to forget what is real, please define normality

My domain contains a hemisphere that divides who I am

I ponder and stroll on both sides

Position myself in a groove

I obsolete past habits in simple motions, I don’t like to cram

I can change the system fairly easy

Like a polished cabinet, smooth

I grip your arms with my frail hands

For them then to be inflamed with strength

It commences with my mind sending me demands

Every movement is applied with weight

The fray is at its weakest point; it’s the finale of it all

I don’t sense triumph or grief, the taste of misery

My frustration has diminished to a cliff where it falls

With a weakened body, busted lip, reality is in my visual

I opt to stop

I preferred to go

I did not drop

I move so slow


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