Poetry scramble for V. Walker’s challenge: I used the words from group 3.
Through the restless waves,
Storms brew within and without.
Deep within the caves,
Sprout the seeds of doubt.
If I could ever see,
The one who makes me swoon.
My dying plea,
To, once more, see the sun in June.
Whispers of Death ride the wind,
As my body crumbles.
All too soon I near the end,
Through many trips and stumbles.
This body grows weak,
This heart, heavy.
Though there is not anything so bleak,
As my Love alone, forever on the jetty.
Across the sea she eternally waits,
Through the winter tides.
I am resigned to this fate,
Naked before the route Death decides.
Image: Unsplash - Johannes Plenio
Some of y’all are killing me with your writing. So..dayum.. 😲