Who is safe with the waters rampage,
A line in the sand
Wiped away by a high tide,
You grab my hand
Snap my fingers in your rage.
Waters toss high and wild into the sky with a white lining,
My hand swells and aches as the box I drew,
The one in the sand,
The one on the rock around my feet,
Is eroded and rotted away forever.
Thunder and crashes of a watery storm and violently twisting winds
how they whip and thrash as a demon chained to a mountain.
How your chains are thick and hands are cold
Your strength is untamable even to you
Your anger pushes up these waves falling into our boat, drowning us all,
Filling the bottom and snapping holes,
We won't be afloat much longer as you snap these shackles around me and leave me to die
if only I could learn how to breathe water and slip away.
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Those Thoughtless Thieves
PoetryPoetry of darkness, no romance, telling of life inside with stories that sting like a jellyfish. Ask questions if you have them :)
