Paloma P Poet Free verse

Moon Lost Its Balance

We sat aloft an isle dune
  peering over the ocean,
waves mesmerizing 
  our inner turmoil,
grainy surf's implosions 
    pulverized ego's scope,
whilst voices turned hazy
 wiping out equilibrium
midst broiling sun's psyche
  washed back with 
       salt water tears,
there was no lighthouse 
  to guide a safe harbor
  nor save disparate crests  
no words reverberated sound,
    just the floundering of
      restlessly gritty emotions
that once were blissed horizons
   before moon lost its balance
     to relentless torrential currents 
      of neglectful destruction,
   drowning in ambiguous undertows

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Robert Warlov October 13, 2016 at 2:58 PM "Foundering" works too. - To sink, go to the bottom, be lost at sea. - "the ship foundered" Paloma P October 13, 2016 at 3:18 PM These are emotions, I think floundered works better. Thanks for the suggestion though.

Chris Hagy October 10, 2016 at 6:57 PM This is very deep and intense, and I love the way the lines look like waves to add visual context, thanks for writing this!:)... I really get this. Paloma P October 10, 2016 at 7:11 PM Thanks so much Chris, I wasn't sure I was going to be able to carry the theme through, but I see you got the intended sentiment. :)