The Mind of Turbulent Surf

Prison with absent bars

to no limits of time

Presence of shadows that

seep slowly

through the feeble mind

           Unable to run away

trapped

                Like a wicked dream

A thousand screams

          of boiling blood

                        lashing out

at an imperfect world

          so it seems?

                         Satisfying the rage

as it spills over

           a cerebral dam

Ankle deep calm

of a storm    

akin

A new day

       A turning of the tide

                  Only to build back

To it’s own demise

                  -Mike Vitek

                  Tribal Coast Art