Rough Waters

Tonight the sea is restless. The clashing of the tide against the rocks. Anger is tormenting the night. A lone ship in the water feels its brutal force. Violently swaying from side to side, what is to become of its fate. As the waves peek higher and higher, a since of all hope is lost. Will the turmoil of the night take me? Can I survive...will I survive, or will it consume me? Making me a victim of such annihilating rage.


Turbulent Sea

The storms of the night before can not compare to this. The violent monster that fueled the sea fell into slumber, only to wake with a vengeance. The vessel has been torn and tattered from the night before, and was not prepared for what was coming forth. As the dark clouds rolled in...the monster was awaking inside. Hate burning through the turbulent sea...the rough waters tossing the ship. Why is it the ship the focal point for such rage? The waves crashed harder and harder upon the already week vessel. It was as if the monster with in the sea reached up to envelope its pray. The ship was lost. No one will have ever known it was there. The waters violently shattered all it could. The turbulent sea started to calm, as if taking comfort in the devastation that it caused. Perhaps silently basking in what it took...until the next time.