With a swing of his tail, I rush to his side.
My face is all splotchy from the tears I’ve cried.
Another day has come, another fight has passed.
I pray that this reconcile is not our last.
I lick my wounds like a cat licks its paws,
trying to hide the marks that he made with his claws.
I drop my head and hide my own shame,
I beg for forgiveness, although I’m not to blame.
I try to follow his moods and ignore when he’s cruel,
for that’s how it is under the fickle cat’s rule.
The sea rises
as the heavens watch
a wave of bitterness and regret.
Ships once filled with hearty sailors
are now abandoned to the sea.
A shadow falls
upon the once grand mountain,
as the sea begins to creep ever closer.
The skies are dark
from the seas mighty stature.
If the wave were a man,
He would be beyond measure.
He would command a whole room’s attention.
But alas, the sea is not a man.
He does not overwhelm with charisma,
He only rules with fear,
with a wave of destruction.