Heavy is the heart when storms come,

Washing the rocks away and leading

The path astray. The sands pull away

Into the depths. Never to be whole,

Broken glass and shells. Not well.

Cliffside fallen to the great tide.

Hollow feeling, emotionless inside.

Taking shelter from the winds,

What was the great sin,

Great atrocities committed.

Into a steel box, tightly fitted.

Forceful front-row view.

If only we knew.