White Knuckle Ride- Sentinel
the wind whips the waves into a raging screen
hiding the light from the ships in trouble
those rocks are there yet not a warning seen
soon ships can turn into wooden rubble
troubled captain shouts keep a watchful eye
lifeboats at ready to brace the bad storm
hearts are beating fast no one wants to die
long for a bed that is both snug and warm
the boat is tossed on a wave to lighthouse height
everyone hanging on in sheer terror
the lighthouse lamp is just a flicker throws light
white knuckle ride seems to last forever
penned 10/3/2016
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2016
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