Slump

How I feel 100% at times. lol I talk to myself =/

 

Slump

 

When ones own masked in security and lies comes to be, how should another know of his faulty? His being consumed with an upright arm motion, and the spikes flowing, clenching towards a point; he is armor clad, and we see how much power radiates. Claw gripped in air, with metal nails, allowing nothing to enter, nothing to escape, nothing to break free of such a vice. Lo! How heavy he has become! The armor growing more and more with some ill-begotten froth of a plant—bubbling, and grasping upward to the light—alas, this man being the opposite. What can penetrate such a fiend?! Offense?! Greeting?! Any emotion that will and can change his quo?! Collective this becomes, and experience grows along with his suit and the knowledge to pierce. Compose! Oh wonderful composure! To the needle elapse him and break him down! Make him human once more! And yet, sadly, this demonic being stands before me. With weight this is written…and with coin, penned sporadically. The thought of insanity, and I have figured the man split into two. A battle of his own, a war and artillery all contained within his mind, his heart and soul! And thus my head reels…and I notice that I’ve spoke aloud this entire time as I shed my clandestine armor, as I shed my shield. Sinking back, insane, and my knees to the floor; I got it all out. I did. Now I speak the last I shall ever speak today since the mirror is broken; my protection, my armor, my shards embedded.

What course to take now?

 

 

Reviews

[Säde Ryder]

Very intriguing. My favortie line is "a battle of his own, a war and artillery all contained within his mind, his heart and soul! " How very true of the human condition. I think it also speaks to my own personal condition; a desire for something else, but the conflict within that limits my ability to change myself or my environment.

[Wolfwind Words]

I got the idea at first you were equating the human condition to that of jousting knights, but then in the end with the breaking of the mirror. it seemed it was speaking of ones inner vanities. I'd love to know what it was that inspired this. I liked it alot. But i'm not sure how a mirror could be protection?

Unless the mirror was the window to the soul, and ones own inner soul or strength was the protection that when broken, then failed.

[CarrieLynn {Chameleon A..]

interesting write! :)