Tiny Tales of Drowning

I can't be angry anymore. Through waves of emotions you have buried me beneath the sand Weighted, I feel nothing but tiny bites of crustaceous vermin Dear sky, you promised me sun today now I'm waist-deep in storm puddles As the tide comes rolling in the last fateful second brings hope But receding waters will go and leave me deserted here again only to dig down a little deeper Bloodied in my sandy seclusion every glassy grain cuts diamond sharp This sadness cannot surpass my pride so here I'll wait for calmer waters Rather retreat to dunes of harbor let my heart go cold and wrinkled just waiting for the storm to pass or be swallowed into my earthy abyss.