The Pounding Hours

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Written by Morgan

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.

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: -Philippe_Jacques_de_Loutherbourg

9 Comments

      1. No. No. Not hiding… Not been inspired to blog! I am struggling with writing ( to attempt to publish) a travel article. The book will be better. It will be in my voice.
        Rethinking “blog strategy”…
        I am thinking of another challenge for you. Very abstract.

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