Stormed On Life, Gaze Seaward
Stormed on, midst life, sinking
And confused in
Through its depths, dismal, grasp
For your relief:
Each thought is winged uplift.
Petrel's, adrift
O'er that which churns, coldly
Composed of grief.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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