Purposeful Life - Sentinel
Amidst the roaring waves I live and stand
claws bared, waves rise and fall to tear me down;
lashing me with chilling force to disband,
their perpetual onslaught wants me drown.
Screaming tempestuous chill winds storm me
buffeting hard to wipe me out of ground,
winds and waters join hands to howl and glee
with perennially ominous sound.
Storm, sound, slush and shock strikes me everyday
standing not to fight or be bastion,
standing tall, strong, serene I light the way
so ships sail safe to their destination.
7-Apr-2016
Contest: Sentinel Quatrain Form
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Syllables Per Line: 10
Copyright © Sathya Babu | Year Posted 2016
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