La Mar

Deep in my heart is a troubled sea.

It has no boundaries;

It is without depth.

La Mar.


Sometimes, she is quiet.

Othertimes, she is a rising,

Foaming, wall of raw power.


Thoughts, like ships,

Are tossed to and fro.

The great island, Reason,

Is sometimes overwhelmed

Like a recurring Atlantis.


When she breaks forth;

There is no stopping her

Except for the dyke

Of Self-Control.


Her name is Emotion

And she is my Eris.

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