my heart feels
like a stormy sea
the wind howling through the waves
the rain cutting through the liquid daughter
a cliff slowly crumbling into the wild water
overwhelmed by the power
overcome by the storming hour
tired from the struggle
hopeless lowering a bloody knuckle
midst the violent scene
a little light tower almost unseen
his lights are weak and full of doubt
will any ship ever make it out?
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moonhoney (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this uneasy feeling that everything is wrong and everyday feels restless and unsure
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