Raging Sea

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Raging Sea

See the blinding storm on the raging sea,
Thick clouds so low,  hanging over me.
Dark gray spray, spitting violently pasted.
No oars to row, hope now gone, and seemed wasted..

Crashing walls of cold salt water thrown unmercifully.
Stone cold soaked on the dark raging sea,
Nothing but white tipped towering waves,
Crashing sheets of glass shattering infinitely.

Lost to the might on this raging sea.
Lost to the force uncontrolled by me.
Acceptance of rage, aids the next bobbing movement;
Gripping a grasp, no longer plied to breathe.

See the storm on the raging sea - swallowing.
Spitting in torment forever, this cold, North Atlantic sea.