The Sea

The sea is swollen

With choices

Of the unborn future

And the haunting past

The sea is full

With decisions 

Of the unknown tomorrows

And the fear of history

The sea is

Violent

And unforgiving

Turbulent sways topple the indestructible

With towering waves overturning ships

Crashing and pounding upon deserted shores

Swirling emotions into the void

Carving destructive paths

Refuses to yield

Breaking the nerves of the most honest men

Tormenting the grieving 

Raging without pause

A graveyard of the lost

Letting anger swallow all the living

Adds salt to your wounds

A treacherous pull to the deepest bottom

Savage with no end

Brutal without heart

To speak ill of the sea is to commit treason

Despite all the relentless hostility to my existence

Tossed in the sea

Is where I’d rather be

© 2026 David Greg Harth

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