By Lynn Ayoub | Staff Writer
I looked at the ocean on the verge of collapsing.
Ready to bury the air on its surface gasping.
I looked at the storm coming from afar vicious hail, its wrath striking astray and wide. Devouring souls that cannot hide
I looked at the night with all its might, nightmares alive and dreams far from the sight, fear consuming the hopes left from the day, ruthlessly murdering what could have been and what have may
I looked at the mirror and their it was, with dreadful eyes and formidable looks, the ocean the storm the night smiled back at me and stole whatever was left beneath my light nooks