In the face of the hurricane
that slams him into the
mountain and tears through
the bush and angers the ocean,
the young man clings to hope;
white knuckled and
every sinew screaming,
he won’t be prised loose.
STORM FRONT
Published inTwitter Poems
In the face of the hurricane
that slams him into the
mountain and tears through
the bush and angers the ocean,
the young man clings to hope;
white knuckled and
every sinew screaming,
he won’t be prised loose.