Teen Ink

   

The wind blew my hair into strong massive tangles,

As I watched the waves rumble by.

The strong sour fragrance of the sea went through my lungs,

And triggered my mind.

I thought not of sweet summer memories,

But of the horror of the world around.

I can find no justice;

Nor understanding,

Of the world around.

And yet, the wind keeps blowing,

The waves keep moving,

To bring a new hope.