Fury unleashed with life gone amuck,
ever so slowly run out of luck.
Over powering tempest now brews,
feeling I have nothing to lose.
Lost in waves emotional land mine,
all encompassing seawall of brine.
Seeing reality swept away,
brink of disaster, I lived life risque.
Life serene smooth waters sailed,
mountains from mole hills as we failed.
Forces gather as the north winds blow,
drowning slowly in life's undertoe.
All we share to be eroded away,
like the tidal wave destroys a bay.
Each grain of sand washed out to sea,
leaving nothing left here for me.
I am no match for impending doom,
accepting fate of sorrow and gloom.
This final storm I shall not survive,
am but a shell no longer alive.
