Some More Poetry

The Tormented

The rock is chilly, frozen to his core,

His heart never beats, tormented beyond help,


He twists his head, staring lonely at the wind,

a gull screams, the sea breeze calls,


He cracks once…, twice… he falls,

The Sea swallows him, He bubbles an angry bellow,


He struggles to the surface, Bubbles explode rampaging free,

He hits the oily surface, exhausting himself,

His frail body gently sinks, he cannot breathe,

He screams a pain stricken cry, then lies softly but looking faintly at the stars above.

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