When all around me the breakers toss and turn (cavatina)

When all around me the breakers toss and turn,
as the tempest,
the surging swell threatens to wreck my life,
there is no rest
while I am heading to the distant shore
and life at best
is but a fleeting passing kind of thing
that is at times painful and amazing.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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