The Storm



The vast emptiness of the horizon still lingers in my eyes
Like the dull ringing of bells and bird cries
A murmur here beneath the sea
Crackling mad it comes toward me
The faster I row the faster it swells
Tempestuous winds blow unleashing their shells
The rain slams down, sharp and cold
Like knives it cuts, yet still I hold
No longer do I remember the warmth of the sun
Nor do I recall where it turned to run
For I am lost in a place where no one saves
Alone, abandoned, slammed down by waves
The storm wares on; it's hard to breath
Lightning flashes and water seethes
Growling, churning, snapping hungrily
Eager to rip, to tear, to swallow me
And still the rain slams down, sharp and cold
Continuing to cut, I cannot hold
My grip weakens, my hand slips
I feel it pull me, my boat dips
I lift my head up to the sky
Instead I see a mouth open wide
It roars and rears it's teeth at me
It knows where I am though it cannot see
I hear the crunch and the last winds blown
And then I am gone, swallowed by the storm