Tsunami

I am aggressive drowning problems under myself I watch their sorrow grow in the wake of what I've done; Buildings fallen Dreams crushed Blood shed, their world shaken, My rough foam bubbling as their toes intercept sand they look to the horizon in hope of a new day, a day where the feeling of me is one from their heart, when the blowing wind doesn't suck the air from their bodies, when they can once more see beauty in a storm rather than the sunken faces of those whom they loved being taken away