ROAR OCEAN ROAR

a sad Middle

I climb miles and miles of a thousand hills.

Each step of the way- a moment I stand still.

And look back to glimpse my will.

Hope of an olive skin woman among so many ills.

This truth feel like ashes,

None shall see soul stained lashes.

And when the sea trashes-

Who will run to gather life's pieces.

Too late into the night,

Blasting emptiness creep in sight.

Left with unlit candles- no light.

Roar ocean roar with might.

Reviews

[John Anderson]

Very nice write. This is a well written piece

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing description took me with you. I had night climbs near the sea. The ocean was a sort of peace. Good to watch the sea dance and the ocean roar. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Rose of many colours]

Thank you Coyote. I do share some of the things you have experience as well . I saw them in your write

[m.s.early]

I appreciate your form and the effect it has on your delivery. You made the concept easy to grasp, even in such graceful depth.

[Rose of many colours]

Thank you. I truly appreciate your presence over my write

[Sami Khalil]

"I climb miles and miles of a thousand hills.
Each step of the way- a moment I stood(stand) still.
And look back to glimpse my will.
Hope of an olive skin woman among so many ills.

This truth feel like ashes,
None shall see soul stained lashes,
and when the sea trashes-
Who will run to gather life's pieces.

To(too) late into the night,
Blasting emptiness creep in sight.
Left with unlit candles- no light.
Roar ocean roar with might,"

I felt the narrators adventurous spirit of climbing, glimpsing into the unknown, listening to the roaring of the ocean waves vs. the silence of the soul, lightening up a burning candle after another in the night for the hope to come...A marvelous write...:)..............

[Rose of many colours]

Thanks for the clear understanding and for the corrections .
Your senses are very sharp. Bless dear writer

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You are welcome muchly...God bless...:)................