The storm rages on,
an endless cycle.
Territory won and lost daily,
doomed to repeat.

Relentless waves of attack,
pounding upon steadfast walls
lined with tiny timbers,
encrusted in golden pebble-dash,  
the armour of Poseidon's minions
on display as grim defiance.

The tides of battle turn constantly,
but with each assault the fortress falters.
Foamy charges batter and breach,
tearing down the walls,
melting into nothing.

With just sand, sticks and shells left,
strewn over the battlefield,
the war is over...
Until, the next summer's day

Chicken wires under my feet,
I can hardly stand but there is no retreat,
I'm caged,
I'm haunted by the ghosts before me,

I'm voiceless and hopeless,
I have no feathers to keep me warm,
I have only a cage,
To this cage I am sworn.

I will never meet my children that I lay at my feet,
They will be something for these creatures to eat.
I have no identity, only others like me I can see,
I hide and shiver with other sufferers for company,

I have no comparison to any other life,
Is this what it is? Life?
Am I complaining about nothing?
Does everyone feel such pain?
I sit here, I wonder... If this is the case
Who are these creatures that take my babies away,
They have no cage, unlike me I'm forced to stay.