Unknown Waters
Swells of the ocean currents
Rolling in forward motion
Crashing upon rocks
Slow methodical
a non stop serenade
repeating repetition
A storm awakens
In it's fury and anger
Tosses and turns
Foaming at the mouth
Breaks free
Toil and trouble
In dark turbulent water
Dares all
who would venture
Beckoning souls
towards death
into unknown waters.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2016
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