Poetry of a Kind

Nursing the curse of the sea

an angry soul flew in the arms

of the wind of every lie

she was too dark for the Sun

to cast a bright spell on her eyes 

her anger swallowed all the light

spitting curses to the night

trembling each blade of the grass

to try to steal blaze they drop out

she kicked the water in the sea

shaking deep roots of the trees

the ocean wanted more to sleep

pushed her on the shores to leave

mud grabbed her leg protecting

all the ones she planned to beat

no one even cared to see

maybe one rock heard the weeps

he saw the sad soul in the mid

but he stood still in the wind

no emotions could he live

nor a helping hand to give

next to her a fallen tree

caught sight of some good buried

a branch stretched slowly like a snail

his own last life force he passed...

... to let her live and pass

... away