Hugo Sarvida Jr. Poet Prose

I Vent My Anger To The Sea

I was born and always lived 
In the Surigao Strait, this stormy sea, 
On the shore there are usually trees, 
When there is a storm and the noise of the trees, 
It's an extraordinary feeling. 
I always came to the cliff in the evening 
To a deserted place and shouted to the sea 
That there is power, no one will hear, only the sea, 
I must scream everything to the core, 
If possible, on the top of my lungs
I always do like this when I'm sad
To communicate with the sea alone.

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