Purple skies foretold the storm to come
Warnings I could not see through clouds
A booming voice unleashed torrents
Upon my unsuspecting mind
High-pressured, thunderous words
Rose with a wave of emotion
Trembling my calm, low-tide
I cower and hide
Drenched from its effect
Raging heart crashing against my chest
Waiting for danger to retreat
Praying your high-tide will subside
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Beautiful picture!
I love pictures of stormy seas and all its power. Thanks for the comment!!
Fantastic!
Thank you!
Nice poetry.
I’m not a poet, but I try. Thank you for reading!!!