Sea Read Count : 4
Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
Roaring of the tides,
Craching at my ankels,
A shuddering coldness,
The sand, sinking
Driving me toward a pit,
As I travel in, sea grass grasps at me,
Zebra muscles dig in to my feet,
I see a bobing followed by a screech.
The oceans colors of green and teal;
Quickly turned red.
Panic rushes through my head,
My heart beating with extreme haste,
Three people lost their lives that day,
To the unknown.
Ft Mackenna [ Rogue Flame]