the ocean storm

 High tide

angry waves crashing,

white spume rising to a fine, smokey mist.

Rocks on the shore tumble,

shattered to gravel.

It rises, hisses in unbound fury,

Fumes in unrestrained demands,

and screams the harkening of a denied destiny.

It rains my soul.

a sacred moment 

defiled by just one life.

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Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STAT…or a clever and friendly dolphin

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