Mary E-A. K. Remaniak Poetry

The horizon ceases to exist.
The line between sky and water
Is blurred as the greyness
Swallows up all signs of life.
Distant whitecaps barely visible
Are the only thing
That shows where the water is below.
Cables and asphalt ride above
The angry waves that roar unseen.
Water pellets dashed to pieces
Against the glass that shields me.
Occasional flashes of harsh light
Are accompanied by the crashing drums and cymbals.
Vision is obscured and the only hope
Is that one makes it out alive.

Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak