Survival: A Poem

I wrote this poem a couple years ago and have been thinking about it a lot lately, so I decided to revise it and share it today. Keep reading to see what I wrote, and to access more writing prompts.

Survival

The waning sun embodies the ticking of time. 

In the fading twilight oceanside. 

She has left the light of night. 

Lost, but wondering. 

Where to now? 

Against the rising moon? 

With nothing but the developing black clouds for company.

She thinks, and wanders. 

No direction. 

All around, faint rumbling. 

Like someone is bowling balls f…