Poetry in Narrative.

Mantis is King.

Mantis is King.

Between the battles

of you and I,

I often wonder

about the who's and why's.

With that being said

I should also cry.

But, not a tear one

falls from these eye's.

And I know that

this is hard to take,

as I stand here sleeping

yet, wide awake.

Thinking on top

of my toadstool round,

with my legs shaking wildly

when the stem is sound.

Bitterness is coping

and holding it in,

while you break my will,

then cause it to bend.

Choosing, is in itself

when no words are used.

My head, I know,

will be abused.

But, still I must travel

out far and wide,

for those battles

between you and I.

A.o.R.