A poem that expresses how I am feeling at the moment Let the sea beat its thin torn hands In anguish against the shore, Let it moan Between headland and cliff; Let the sea shriek out its agony Across waste sands and marshes, And clutch great ships, Tearing them plate from steel plate In reckless anger; Let it break the white bulwarks Of harbour and city; Let it sob and scream and laugh In a sharp fury, With white salt tears Wet on its writhen face; Ah! let the sea still be mad And crash in madness among the shaking rocks— For the sea is the cry of our sorrow.