battle within

My mind is a sea of epic proportion
No life boat to save a coherent thought

My heart is a raging fire burning
Blazing my chest with an emotional onslaught

My eyes are a never-ending thunderstorm
Tears that cascade and drown my soul

My body is a Waring battlefield
Where everything is lost including my control

Reviews

[Huw]

Hope you don't mind me asking Ashley. Does a coherent thought need rescuing? An incoherent thought most definitely does, but who would bother?

The turmoil you describe is a part of the reason I made myself a promise about 14 years ago. That is never to ask the question, ''how are you''? I know what people feel within, but most would rather lie with a ''I'm fine thank you'' than expose the turmoil within.

Love the last line, but must ask the question, ''are people ever, truly in control'' or is it simply an illusion....

H.