Woe, surging like some misbegotten wave,
Wrenchingly ripping the limpets
Of Sanity; Insanity’s slave,
That clung to the craggy surface.
Torturously tearing through my mind,
Self Doubt jams into the crevices of thought.
Visions of my own mortality
Swirled upon the crashing water.
My ailment, the cause of my fatality
Brought premonitions of it all.
A draft version, something I will touch up and get rhythm/rhyme working properly on. Thought much appreciated.
