I could barely keep myself,
from having hysteria,
my hands trembling,
when I put my hand on the boat rail.
Tunder rolled above me,
through the dark night sky,
and the waves of the ocean crashed,
against the immense boulders,
the wind whistling,
and howling,
like a hungry wolf.
I rocked my boat back and forth,
it flips y boat upside down,
flipping my whole life along the way.
I hold on to the cold metal rails,
for dear life,
but it does no good,
I went crashing down,
into the green sea water.
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