Midnight Waves

This is a poem I wrote on the back of a receipt (I didn't have anything else, don't judge) when I was in Florida watching the water on the edge of a pier late at night. Hope ya'll like it.

There is a sense of calm I do not trust

beneath the midnight waves. 

Danger lurks below the face 

and laughs at us placid knaves. 

How could I be but drawn

to such beauty inside such still? 

Something to wild to ever be tamed

no matter how deep our will. 

Laugh at me, midnight waves, 

and toss your foaming manes.

Entrap me in this deadly still

where I shall ever remain. 

Author's Note

I need some advice on whether or not this poem really speaks to you. Ignore formatting, because I'm still figuring that out.

Reviews

[The Seeker of Thoughts]

I say yet again what wonderful writing. It does speak to me. People are nothing but waves in a rippling pond of life and as you said. Nothing is what is seems beneath the surface. Thank you for the writing.

[Meg]

Thank you for the reading! ;)

[The Seeker of Thoughts]

It is my pleasure.