a tempest <br />the day <br />we parted ways <br /> <br />the torrent <br />sea played out <br />my distress <br />scouring <br />every crevice <br />that stores <br />those sterling <br />moments <br />of love <br />now swelling <br />with frust <br />angst <br />tears <br />and fears <br /> <br />i steadied <br />myself <br />to make my wish <br />to the moon <br />for your comeback <br /> <br />its swirling <br />shimmering dance <br />in the sea <br />my only refuge <br />from being <br />drowned <br />in desperation <br /> <br />this tempest <br />that would <br />return <br />again <br />and again <br /> <br />the unceasing waves <br />pound the beach<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sea-as-myself/
