The flow of the sea is lost to men who are caught inside her storm. You sway with fear, still loathing nature's regret. The tempest surges, boat capsized in water's search for nooks and crannies. To blame her -- foolish, futile. Don't forget, precipitation falls on all who said the rain would never come. Certainties, like her, are no more truth than lies. What does denial beget? You'll drown while currents tear you asunder. Why this urge to swim against peace? She knows. ======================== note: this is an oscillitet, a form of my own creation rhyme and meter grow inward to a culminating heroic couplet also serving as the central thought for the piece feel free to try your hand at it and please let me know if you do