#402 The Widows' Peak Poem by Jimmie Arrington

We're all here looking out to sea,
Craving a glimmer of hope.
The sky pours here continually
As we merely try to cope.

The waves rhythmically crash below
Against the sharp, jagged rocks.
The more we seek, the less we know,
It's life's callous paradox.

We've watched many ships leave this way,
Yet few have ever returned.
We wipe our tears but will not say
The cost of lessons we've learned.

As the sky continues raining
And the sea becomes more bleak,
We're all watching, waiting, waning,
We're all at the widow's peak.