On a moonless night,
In the darkest, loneliest hour
You can hear and feel
The crashing waves
Ever increasing in power.
They rip the very
Earth from beneath you,
Tearing at the core
Of your soul.
The salty air is bitter
To the tongue
While the quiet breeze
Blows eerily around your body,
Chilling to the bone.
Driving your mind crazy
You search for warmth and comfort.
But the sound of the waves,
Bitterness of the wind
Come crashing in....

© Anniemiles15