The Seas Wrath Poem by Peter Madden

I stand by the seas edge gazing to the horizon..
full moon is high and the tide is wild and fierce..
unrelenting waves break down upon the rocks...
as if to drive back the very land beneth my feet.....
punishing it for its defiance in the face of its fury...
till the sea its self has dominion over all...



With each thunderous blow of its rage...
the moon reflected upon this tempest of torment...
is shattered into a myriad of light...
mimicking the the stars in the sky above...
like lost souls they flicker and disapear...
swallowed by the unforgiving abyss...



i stand with the land at my feet...
braced against the wrath of the ocean storm...
a forceful wind taring at exposed flesh...
the sound of its voice howling its rage down upon me...
yet still i scream into its depths...
as if to deny its power and its majesty...
and in the face of all its might...



i feel alive...