Feirce waves crashing on the cold blue sea.
Wind blowing eagerly in the dark grey sky.
The current so strong and powerful.
And the tide rising higher and higher.
You boat shakes as you try to hold on.
You should have listened.
And not have gone along.
Everyone has been throne off deck except you.
You know your not gonna make it.
So what should you do?
You make the final decision and let go of the rail.
You scream 'You would rather die from the rath of the ocean...
Than go through you last minutes in hell'
Stuart Bermann
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-hard-sea/
