—stormy oceans lash, the rolling waves of fear and anxiety growing; beyond capacity the lands gives way,
water overtakes and from pale but fair slopes the excess liquid drains in a soft runoff.
long strands collect the extra emotion as does moist lips; a fluttering beat and the last falls and washes away.
calm and incomplete the lonely stands in silence, surrounded by torrents of grief;
echoing off the walls of a tormented mind the broken crumbles and from the smouldering ashes of defeat rises the frost.
fin.
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some abstract poetry I wrote after seeing the Thor movie. Can you guess who it's about?