UNDER THE BRIDGE

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Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC © Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved

It is here.

A force to be reckoned with.

Growing by the second.

Thrashing under the bridge.

Leaving death in its wake.

Leave me be.

My dying wish isn’t

to be consumed by the sea.

UNDER THE BRIDGE

hueandeyephotography

Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC © Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved

It is here.

A force to be reckoned with.

Growing by the second.

Thrashing under the bridge.

Leaving death in its wake.

Leave me be.

My dying wish isn’t

to be consumed by the sea.

THRASHING

hueandeyephotography
Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC

© Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved

It is now here.

Ultimate fear.

A force to be reckoned.

Growing by the second.

Thrashing hands at the shore.

I can’t take anymore.

My dying wish can’t be

to be consumed by the sea.

 

IT WAITS

It waits.

It waits for me.

Can I do it?

Will I do it?

Should I jump?

Will I jump?

The salt air.

The strong waves.

The wet breeze.

It calls to me.

My siren calls.

Goodbye to all.

Source:milkshaq

BRIGHT SPOT IN THE DARKNESS

atraversso:

Norway by Yury Pustovoy

BRIGHT SPOT IN THE DARKNESS

Amidst the raging waves of the oceans,
thrashing against the jagged rocks,
sit pretty red houses on their tall sticks,
prepared to weather the worst storms and
whatever nature might throw them.
Stand strong!