A rough night

A stagnant pond
Unable to shift,
I skid across the surface
Mind beginning to drift.

Unchangeable
A tiny world trapped,
I hear a whistle on the wind
Splash, I must adapt.

A roar of water
Engulfing​ my form,
Once still, now thrust
Someone stop this storm.

 

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