I descend in a trapezoidal frenzy
Rivets in the hull scream in pressurized pain
Eventually, inevitably, the blackened water invades in hostility
But instead of cold death, I feel only the warmth of the Son
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Strands Of Hope
PoetryPoetry, in the form of quatrain, meant to inspire, encourage, and lift the soul.
Breach
I descend in a trapezoidal frenzy
Rivets in the hull scream in pressurized pain
Eventually, inevitably, the blackened water invades in hostility
But instead of cold death, I feel only the warmth of the Son