As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]

The anger is seemingly like tidal waves,
Crashing and weaving,
Never understanding
Of the situation at hand.

I sit,
And I sit,
Stiff,
Unmoving,
Reluctantly.
And she simply yells,
Yells And dwells.
Dwells and excels
To such extremities.

Those tidal waves crash,
Crash!
Right over my head.
Yelling instead
Of simply thinking
Rationally.

But rationality goes right out the door
When you simply want to shout
At someone.
When you simply want to rant
To someone.
Out
The
Window.

The tidal waves crashing on my head
Ceased to contain its roaring excitement
To crash on me once more.

These tidal waves
Are screaming graves
In the middle of desolate caves.
They're relentless,
Unforgiving,
An unsaturated beginning.
Just as this conversation,
This useless information
With no foundation
Or simple application.

The desolate screams
Of unforgiven dreams
Continue to ring in my head,
Just as loud as the crash
Of tidal waves.

But yet, she does not understand
Her silent demand
That I cannot leave her side,
No matter what is, or isn't applies.

These tidal waves continue to crash on my head,
And she continues to scream and see red.

But I cannot leave her side,
So it is with these tidal waves
I shall forever reside.