Crashing

I could have made a sound

And formed a title wave

But it seems like all that does is collapse a few houses

And kill a few people

Or parts of myself.

So I’m drifting in anger.

Suspense is festering

And I’m just waiting for a pebble to start the wave

Crashing and bending

But for now I’m stuck here masking the water

Pretending I’m not sinking

Pretending I’m not here.

Because a word is betrayal

And a thought is mutiny

A fire is the enemy

And a soul is left alone to die.

A heart crumbled and soaked until numb.

Breathing in riddles

And speaking with my tongue tied.

I am alone in a voice of waves that never reach the shore.