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The Pounding Hours

The Pounding Hours, like Endless Waves,

Come crashing over me,

Drowning me in their perpetual flow;

Tumbling my Thoughts as chaff upon the Writhing Sea,

And All the Emotion I so Bravely Hide Within,

Like the Harrowed Crew of some ill-fated vessel,

Which finds itself Dashed and Foundered upon the lurking rocks,

Escapes the Tempest of my fear with calamitous wailing

And unbridled Dismay.

Beautiful Original Artwork by: -Philippe_Jacques_de_Loutherbourg