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I sit upon this vibrant, golden shore.
The thunder crashes; lightning peeks its head.
A breeze once was, but blows now ever more.
Black clouds roll onwards, filling me with dread.
The sun is hidden from my very sight.
The ocean yearns to have me in its keep.
My words are silenced; darkness kills my might.
The waves grow fiercer, wanting me to sleep.
The shore recedes; I float, but struggle less.
My lungs cry out, exhaling all my air.
I sink, knowing my life hangs in distress.
The weight of darkness crushes my despair.
I fall beneath these waves into the deep.
The waves have won. I now go into sleep.

©Copyright 2006 Ronald Huereca

A tranquil setting is severely interrupted by this horrendous storm that seems to sneak up from behind. Before the guy knows it, the waves have swallowed the shore and him along with it. He is drawn out into the ocean, with no chance for escape from the waves of bitterness. What do you think? Please leave a comment.