Raging Waters Poem by e.e. wilholt
Raging Waters
Red river rushes
Beating and slapping away
Through the loops of its system.
Bounding arteries harden
Against the pressure.
Small vessels
Burst in its passing;
Pulsating temples pound.
A scowling storm
Screams through the system.
A renegade ocean, tasting of fury
Strikes out, relenting swings
Mindless flinging fists.
The hot waves break and recede.
Weakened, I rest.
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