The knots in my mind were tight
I knew there would be a fight
It refused to unbolt the door
While my heart sat numb on the floor
It took me a while to understand
That this was part of a process grand
A proxy war that fed on love and hate
Did I know that I was the surrogate?
Depressed with this extreme realization
I coaxed them to an open conversation
*Week 8 Con-Verse of our 2017 Poetic Resolution. The Con-Verse, consists of three or more couplets which ascend by one syllable up to and until you reach a syllabic count of eleven which would contain ten lines. The meter of this form is in syllabic verse.
Rhyme scheme: aa,bb,cc,dd,ee