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In the light house by the sea with strong ruthless waves crashing, shattering seawalls collapse. The cloud's brutal whip, thrashing across the angry shadows as tears of its anger pour from deep shouts of useless rage in mute solitude of sore thoughts of the light house keeper, lost in the vast, wide oceans as the wild tide gets deeper. Can no one hear this silence, full of force and fury? It bellows in my ears the emptiness that's buried, kept inside my heart so long. This was a poem that I recently wrote. I have no idea what anyone thinks of it. I was trying to stress poetry challanges by using a metric system this time. It took me two days to write this little bit. Go back to my page of art and poetry or the main page |