Stormy pours

No special attention here

or any silly quotes

just a man of wayward thinking

fighting waves from a tiny boat,

they come crashing from the sea

cold bodies thrash out loud

shouting in many voices

as the muffling from a shroud,

so rowing on I struggle

desperately pushing through

fighting through the rainy pains

watching faces beneath the rue.

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