Poetically Not Poetic

The Sea Within Me.

A sea of rage,
stilled by a dam.
Drops that fill me,
are nothing but a scam.
Whispers of light,
scalds me in warning.
Heed I shall,
dormant but waiting.
Patience, not a best suit;
sometimes my waters cloud.
You fill me, in hopes to fulfill me;
in reality, you fuel me.

And I rise,
anger brewing.
Patience thin,
common sense wearing.
Floods arise and I position,
but alas,
I'm stopped, the sky brightens.
Whispers of light,
a warning.
So I lay in wait-
still, dormant and silent.
I reflect ripples of fury.

In creeps feelings foreign,
forgiveness never
being one among them.

Disturb me,
open the gates.

Keep a sea in wait,
and you've changed
the whole damn game.