Swelling, inflamed my mind falls victim to the to these overwhelming thoughts. It breaks to a halt, descends from the top of the world, into the bottomless pit of dull darkness.
Like a feed, these thoughts enter my castle without hesitation. Without coordination.
It's as though I'm placed in the Siege of York when the Great Dane army came and sacked her beauty. It's like I'm tied down with absolutely no escape.
Raging like wildfire these thoughts, they take form in many ways. Voices from the past that scream hatred. Visuals of people that have caused me the worst pain. Thoughts that I can't bare to rethink dwell deep within the centre of my tapestry.
Although the sun is up, and I feel above the clouds. It's always the thought of when, when will this decide it's time is overdue. When will this abandone me too. It's a forgotten war between man and mind. A war that just keeps getting grittier each day.
Overwhelmed, Swelled, Besieged.
These thoughts won't ever stop impending.
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