5 October 2019

This is a Storm

Water choked
the bridge below,
arches stopped,
nowhere to go.
A boat to float,
to sink or sail.
A keel, a wheel,
fell knees to rail.
Our oars are held
but tight this mud,
this storm it swells,
this night of hell.

 

©️ Misky 2019

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