You echo in my head all day,
Sparking fury of the high moon tides,
Till it threatens to erupt onto the sleeping city.
You have only hurtful things to say,
Your words suffocating my heart,
Till it splutters tears, that mean nothing to you.
Because my mind tires of your incessant complaints,
Of all the resentment and bitterness you harbour,
Of the apologies that follow every time.
It feels like a hammer driving a nail into a broken wall,
Like a chalk screeching across a damaged blackboard,
A voice I simply cannot bear to hear anymore.