Help me out Kora.

Help me out Kora.

Cruel winds blow

Lonely birds

Over treacherous seas

Too exhausted for flight

Too afraid to stop

Drowning is not an option

To be considered

As white tops

Reach up

Frothing with anger

Blindly abusing strangers

Broken fingers

Slap against a weatherboard sky

Nothing is as it seems

Rain teems

The air seethes

An eclectic hum

Swarming bees

Bristling with the stink

Of sadness

The death Of a flower

The loss in goodbye

Echoed in a peel of thunder

Perhaps drowning is a default

Feathers spiral

Wing tips touch in supplication

As the wind cries

Its own tears

Nobody knows

Which way to turn

For the storm is no friend

Of mine

And the ocean

Is a torment

Of unforgiving