A storm upon the sea

Far alee from thunderous crowds

On raging sea, adrift and afloat

So far to swim, sails now shrouds

Desperation seeps into a leaking boat

Wailing, shreeking, crashing so loud

My very mast a bolt has smote

Hope glimpses through, a breach in the clouds

But in dark tempest, the devil does gloat

To my maker, my head now bowed

Waves so high, land so remote

Planted in this deep, now ploughed

Burried alive, water floods my throat

Resurrected from dreams, I awoke endowed

With new life, gratitude to devote

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A stormy nightmare ending in awakening and gratitude to God. You glimpsed hope from the dark tempest.
Marvelously written.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your kind review and comment.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir Soren.

[willweb]

Does sound like a nightmarish dream to me though you final lines make it seem that a lesson was taken from it. This moved nicely, almost rocking like the sea, very rhythmic.

[Soren]

Thanks Will for your review and kind words. Yea dreams seem real at times and it can be a relief to awaken.

[Chris Shaw]

Now that’s what you call a nightmare with all its fear and dark imagery. On the point of dying, you wake up. I have been there Soren and the relief is immense. Relatable words. Thank you for sharing.

[Soren]

Thank you Chris for the review and your valued comments

[hazy]

This poem has excellent use of imagery. I absolutely love it. You establish emotions wonderfully through your words and take the reader on a journey.

[Soren]

Thank you hazy for your review and kind and most generous words.