Soul Castle: My Atty's Collection

English Sonnet: Tidal plea

Torn from the land, I am never free:

A slave to the perpetual ebb and flow

And it is there I shall forever be,

Lost, doomed to flow where my waters may go.

My despondent sigh, soothing at the least,

Yet my cries shall never be heard.

For as surely as the sun rising from the east,

My pleas will always be deferred.

If you shall not help me, why should I abide

And slave upon your fancy and whim?

You dare to sail upon my rising tide

While my anger is full to the brim.

I am the ocean, I am the tide,

I long to be free: to soar inside.