Storms At Sea Poem by Tori Beals

The ocean opens up
the ship rocks side to side
hold on tight to the railing
just to make it through the ride

the sea sweeps you away
up and down the crest and trough
you don't know if you'll make it
the storm is being so rough

rain plasters shirt to skin
saltwater fills your lungs
the rain rips at your flesh
overboard you are flung

you'll fight tooth and claw
to deep your head above the water
you have not done anything wrong
yet you will die a martyr