Ebbs and Flows

Has it ever felt to you,

perhaps on a night of the darkest hue,

where winds and rain forged a terrible brew,

the weather outside was just a reflection of you?

I can't help but wonder, on a night like this,

if desperate screams torn from hoarse lips,

or letters carved by violent, inked tips,

are even loud enough to make their heavenly trips.

Perhaps if someone were actually listening

I wouldn't find myself so often swinging

from this rope that feels more like a string,

dangling over this endless ravine.

At least, that's where my mind often goes

as I struggle through these angsty throes

contemplating upon the breadth of my woes,

though I know its all just ebbs and flows.

Author's Note

A couple random thoughts I had that ended up expanded into something more. Not sure if that something is GOOD or not, but it was at least fun to work with, brief though it may be. I like it at least, which is uncommon as of late.

Reviews

[slfisher89]

Expert use of language, great imagery. The captivating tone makes the rhyme scheme muted in a quaint way.

[Anjali]

This is amazing! So beautiful and sad. Really loved this! Keep writing!