The Storm Poem by Febin Thomas

The Storm

The gentle innocent waves serene
The fishes swam
The predator lurked
And drifting away in a small carved timber was i
Left to the mischief and tantrums of the sea
The enemy struck everything prey
The greedy dominative waves were born
The lonely I could never be lonely
With howling screeches and sounds unheard
A single human soul left to its wrath
Waves of ten men high slapped away
The wind took to its seam
The charcoal clouds took its role
No silver lining was clear
It poured tears of gods
My only soul was left to its mercy
Thunders struck with light ever so bright
And with thunderous roars of great amplitude
The flash shone to the terror
And down in a piece of wood was i
My pumping heart pumped ever so hard
My skin froze and my tones stiff
I was left to its rash
The twisters defied gravity
With water touching heavens
I was left to its rash
The want to survive was ever so high
Whilst the angry wrath of the father
Bubbles nor metals stood its way
No unfound courage struck me
As tales of despair it was bound to be
I was left in states not definite
The gentle innocent waves gone
The fishes gone
I was the only blood left to its wrath
I hoped to die rather the terror
Suddenly subdued the wrath
It seemed as none happened
The reign of terror was over
The childlike ocean took to its way
So enthusiastic, full of fun and mischief
The innocent waves came
The fishes still swam
I survived the fatal night
I closed my eyes knowing no tomorrow.