imagine:

a night colored ocean
vast
white clouds, floating above.
casting shadows along the jagged, watery surface.
or perhaps
they are the silhouettes
of beasts
leviathans beneath the surface
with water filtering through their jagged teeth,
scales as sharp as needles.
or maybe
there are just clouds.
soft tufts of water
above a jagged
midnight
sea.

Thoughts,
Like raging rivers,
Like steady streams,
The silence is no longer quiet,
The dreams are no longer hollow.
I can't be afraid anymore.
I have a life to live,
Fear,
They say fear is an illusion,
But when the night is cold and the lights begin to fade,
It seems pretty real to me.
When my thoughts turn wild,
And the tears begin to fall,
Fear,
Turns out it's real after all.
They say it'll be okay,
But they don't know,
They don't know the feeling of dread when the sun begins to set and the beasts wrestle in my mind.
Peace and fear,
The never ending battle inside.

A  lady  stares  blankly  ahead:
Ignoring  everything  in  her  stead,
Inhaling  the  adulterated  room  air,
Taciturn,  stiff,  certain,  or  maybe  scared.

Still  as  a  rock  –
Calm  as  a  lake  –
Strong  as  a  dock  –
But  those  are  all  fake.

Inside  her,  a  war  is  waging.
Beasts,  monsters,  and  heroes  –
all  fighting.

For  the  longest  time,
Her  mind  has  been  running  wild.
Her clock  is  ticking
Yet  no  one  is  winning.

Not  one  bloc  is  determined  to  fall
Because  all  she  does  is  feed  them  all.

/pc