PLAN SEA THEN.

More things give
At times like these
Than creatures live
In all the seas,
When good is gone,
And bad is late,
And everyone’s
Condemned to wait,
And deeply wish
That times like these
Could be released
Upon the breeze,
Then every breath
Could feel their pain
Instead of earth,
And it’s remains.
But when they’re heard
The wind is quick
To give said words
Back static,
And leave them where
They first began
Within the lair
Of lungs;
Where some are quick
To be invoked,
And ultimately
Soaked.