grey
stone
walls
spuming
foment
waves
thud
ceaselessly
against
pier
higher
higher
relentlessly
drowning
sound
and
stone
side by side
staring
at this
elemental
destructive
urge
spray
soaked
transfixed
silent
quietly
sundering
souls
and
hearts
Stark, raw, even angry, as the sea can be. Frightening when it's hearts and souls take the pounding. Excellent immersion type poetry, Peter. Word choice is perfect, layout superb.
