Echoes From Afar

Storm

The tide is swelling
Tempering with my temperament,
I feel the ocean rising with
Anger within me.

Years of calmness as
Sailors fished upon my waters
Have finally got to me,
I will not let the extractors
Continue drilling oil from
Beneath me,
I have had it.

With fury against them
I will rise up with the heavens,
The clouds will not turn grey
But black
Till the sun is unfamiliar and
Solely missed,
The waves are violent
And out to destroy,
Watch them rise and crush
With vengeance,
Against you, against me
They will spare no life.

I let them take me under,
Here deep beneath,
Where I cannot breathe
For it is easier,
For I need not fight
For my sanity but watch it all
Being buried by the sea.

I care naught,
So I encourage the weather
To change for the worst,
Let them drown,
It will be their reckoning
For treating me thus.
This is how a good heart goes bad