cold wave

The ocean roars its fury.

Arms lift in supplication.

Waves bend sharp rocks.

No boats dare the swells.

Birds flee.

The sun hides.

Mist fills the air.

We wait.

Will we be worthy?

Is mankind ever worthy?

Will the waters recede for us?

The answer lies in the ocean’s depths of despair.

We bow our heads and pray.

2 thoughts on “FURY

  1. effcaa September 4, 2017 / 3:30 pm

    Such beautiful words here. Well written Susanne. ❤


    • Susanne Leist September 4, 2017 / 9:54 pm

      Thanks. It was 5 in the morning, and I felt like writing a poem. When I woke in the morning, I quickly checked to see if it made any sense. I’m happy you like it. It seems that I do my best writing when I’m half asleep.


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