Sometimes they break to let the sun peek through,

for the image of false hope to see,

Then it erupts into a hurricane force,

and once again it feeds on me.

When the waters calm again there I am,

as lifeless as a winter's rose,

Dying from the harsh environment's torture,

where no beauty ever grows.

There is no chance to gain a reprieve,

I'm at the mercy of nature's hand,

Nothing I can do will stop the inevitable,

I've not even the strength to make a stand.

I close my eyes and surrender to death,

as whispered sighs escapes my lips,

I can already feel the jaws of hell,

as it tears and gnashes and rips.

I can hear the waves crashing on the rocks,

I'd been regurgitated, not worthy of a peaceful death,

It sent me back in to a partly cloudy day,

as I gasped for a painful breath.

I crawled to safety awaiting the next storm,

for I'm sure of it's arrival,

And when the storm clouds gather on the horizon,

there begins another fight for survival.