The storm in her eyes
Rivals the pitter-patter of rains
Her precious grain of hope
Lost at sea; wishes crushed in the squall.
The tempest rises
A swell here, an ebb there
The pain, the hurt, the agony
In furious waves they lash at her ribs
Her spirit crashes against the shore; a deafening silence.
Like a rag caught in the current
With the tide, she slowly drifts
And sinks to the bottom of the capricious sea.