Let’s try be serious this week and see how it goes. > Tuesday.

On the shore he stands, tempest raging, sky turned black

and defiant screams into the wind

Demands the ocean calm and give her back

and tears demand forgiveness for his sins

 

Atop the waves white horses rear and furious race

headlong, stamped and crash about his feet

and tousled hair is whipped about his sallow face

no surrender, no forgiveness no retreat

 

Nature’s fury taunts and mocks, he hears her calls.

The sun obscured, dark finger pointed, accusations fly

and though he begs she stays within deep prison walls

doomed to repeat and every night to die

 

 

 

 

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