Tides of Life
I have
to be strong
when the longing
presses...
When
a wind
fiercely,
squeezes
the link
of the pain...!
When
the loneliness
deafening
thunders,
and my soul
it floods...
when
browses
to cross
the storms...
loneliness and
longing,
are tides
that alternate...
low tide
throbs.
high tide
suffocates!
Who suffers
is the heart
this poor sailor
so innocent
as much
castaway...!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2023
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