A storm excites the waters of my soul,
weighted thoughts, unbound, drift to the surface,
crashing over walls made to protect a part of me;
that which is sane and ordered,
fragile and at risk of destruction by inundation.
Once over my walls,
I have no defense,
no recourse with which to protect me
from myself.
Loneliness, doubts, and fears,
they assault me more viciously than any human agent could,
tearing at me, mindless, hungry, and all consuming;
darkening the water with my heart's blood,
where none, but my mind's eye can see.
weighted thoughts, unbound, drift to the surface,
crashing over walls made to protect a part of me;
that which is sane and ordered,
fragile and at risk of destruction by inundation.
Once over my walls,
I have no defense,
no recourse with which to protect me
from myself.
Loneliness, doubts, and fears,
they assault me more viciously than any human agent could,
tearing at me, mindless, hungry, and all consuming;
darkening the water with my heart's blood,
where none, but my mind's eye can see.
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