Beneath The Surface Poem by douglas lewis
Beneath The Surface
I have never been to sea
But standing toe to tide
It chills me with it's temper.
A boiling rage of facet black,
Spitting in my face.
The cutting barbs
Of salt and spray,
Chafing at my pride.
I will never love that sea.
Never trust it's calm.
Thursday, June 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: sea
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