Wednesday, July 19, 2017

1002H

Some things happen swiftly
You cannot register everything
That voice still resonates in my veins
The sound was clear as crystal
But the thought was not
I stared at the entity confused as I am
Words were halfway to my lips
But I opted to keep the moral high ground
Got a taste of fresh mortification
And I'm still reeling
My body's all curled up
While my thoughts are all scattered in the air
My heart's seems to cling to a familiar place
Now my subconscious pouts at me petulanty,
looking perturbed
Everything took place under duress
In extreme circumstances
Some scenes cut you, spot-on
Some words just flow endlessly, droning on and on
And feelings could then increase, decrease
...or cease.

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