The Storm


With waves crashing into cement blockades,
This causes the arrogance to corrode
We all have a purpose, yes,
But what is mine?
The Ocean wails
On and on out into the openness
Fighting with the city gates
For space and respect
You think she’ll learn,
Or maybe we’ll learn instead,
But Godly powers roar over the boundaries
With the whizzing salt water of her tears

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