Here is a poem called "Reaping the Tempest". Its intensity matches the symbolic gust of wind that inspired it.
Bigger and better than in honour of fifteen
In honour of you, this poem should have been
The honour that crashed and rolled into the deep
Dear, all the awards you didn't get to keep.
Your crowning glory was the ship that got lost,
Empty and fleeting, nothing but a heartless bust
Should have taught you the science of when to look and to leap
A man likes to sow but doesn't like what he reaps.
I'm proud of knowing the pearl that you were
The attraction proved strong, you were caught by the lure
Now a fake flimsy shell, is all that's there
Despite all you front, I know you'd concur.
Forget all the future, and all recorded past
Your passion, your joy - you didn't make last
Wonder what thoughts wreck your mind these days
Today you will know that we've parted ways.
Does all of the sorrow, not remotely bother you?
It takes one to love one, full foolishness of youth
You belong to millions, though I thought it was a few
Will the Rolex resurface and haunt all that you do?
Rejoicing in Beersheva, 7 like a sign
Thought I was winning, but you never were mine
Stay in your timezone, you really crossed the line
When people break delicate things, they're subject to a fine.
The joy, pain and thrill - I feel it all now
When you've hit the bottom, you can't go further down
It made for a pretty story, a story that will never be told
Who knows what life will be, when you're reflective and old?
So you're friends with my friends, how cute you all look
I wrote down the notes, and you all read from the book
Too bad I take it easy, not so hard to please
My breezy nonchalance, I hope it still puts you at ease.
Not here to answer your questions - don't ask me about school
To ask but not care, is not very cool
Irresponsibility or apathy, I'll never be sure
I've taken my medicine, but I don't have your cure.
I won't shed a tear if you don't see my value
No days, years, or life, my worry will accrue
The passing of time, what beauty it brings
Those who have faith, will not lack good things.
You say you can see but your vision is blurred
Your attraction, wholesome qualities apparently deterred
Too good too good, still, took a flight to the hood
I see you hide, and you lie, like no person should.
The date of your birth, is none of my business
I really don't care, my God is my witness
Don't mention my name, you don't know who I am
Though I paid attention to your life, filled up my RAM.
I hope you get all you were looking for
But darling when you get it, don't ask for more
Don't look back, don't whine, don't mourn the loss
We learn painful lessons, opportunities we toss.
Your speciality - saying things strange to my ear
And me - initialling my whiteboard then wiping it clear
Kids like to play games that adults do not
Waste of time and energy, to tell the truth, quite a lot.
This isn't a roast, though you are quite a chicken
I hope you could read, could learn and could listen
Happy one, sad one you were forever my love
Until the day I was hit with the warning from above.
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