The Tempest Poem by Rommel Galicia

It is like the roaring ripple of the sea
And a whirling tumult of the wind
From a vengeful heart of stone i see
In a man whose anger unleft behind.

It is like the expression only by word
As true deeds are gone so purposely
And so discretely massacredthe cord
That he thought binds with her endlessly

It is like an act in a four sided wall
That connives with all her ill plans
To engage with all her might and gall
And busrt out her tremulous chants.

It is Like the tempeston December
That fleetingly passes with madness
But leaves with hatred and anger
And somehow with bruises and sadness.

RMG 12/28/19 8: 45PM #onlifeandlovetolive