Poetry From The Eye of A Storm

Trepidation Dome

Immense, petrifying waves crash upon the compacted, rocky shores

A glimpse of light is seen on the horizon

The atmosphere of the beach makes you feel we're on the brink of war

Besides the sound of the crashing waves, there's a melancholic silence

The skies are filled with darkness and smog

Not one pesky seagull seen flying

But running to my left a small, black terrier dog

By the sight of the waves, I may soon be dying

Looking down the edged rocks pierce my feet

Crimson red blood painting the shore in wavy lines

But move must I not, for the chilling waves may take me

Shame on me for ignoring Mother Nature's signs

Wanting to leave and go back home

But can't for I'm trapped in this trepidation dome