The Hours

Stars and Moon suspended in an eerie state
Troublesome thoughts secretly lurking-
Why is this my fate?
A stone ripples the cold placid water, glistening and sun drenched
Stillness-afraid of being alone
Always succumbing to my minds tangent
The thunderstorm leaves surf crashing destructively in its wake
I'm seized! My body lies writhing and vulnerable screaming for an escape
Billowy ominous clouds floating oppressively aloft
The torment pierces quivering lips stained and so soft