Bitter Tears

'Tis there she stands.

On water's edge the sea shines green,

Then gray.

The clouds come

Black and furious like God's furrowed brow.

There is no more cheerful blue.

The winds begin to roar.

She stands alone.

No shelter from the storm, raindrops....

Pelt her skin.

They lash her like a whip,

There is nothing to save her.

She cries bitter tears.... and no one hears.

Life is cruel, heartless and hard

Her sorrow and pain, overwhelm her.

She fears she will be swept away by the angry sea

The sea beside which she stands.

She cannot survive [alone]

Alone she weeps bitter tears.

And no one hears.

The End

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