THE BOAT ROCKED STEADILY ON THE CALM WATERS.
SLOWLY, GREY CLOUDS ROLLED IN AND YET,
THE BOAT REMAINED.
SOON, IT WAS THUNDERING,
IT WAS A COMPLETE MAELSTROM.
SHORTLY AFTER, THE BOAT
THE ROCK'S PIERCING TIPS PENETRATED ITS WEAK ARMOUR.
RAIN POURED, MOURNING FOR SUCH LOSS.
ITS BLEEDING BODY THRASHED
IT SANK TO ITS WATERY DEMISE
SANK IN SEVERAL PIECES.
ew, this is bad. im so sorry it's taken nearly a month to update such a crap poem. ive been busy and stressed with school and swim.