Quiet Broken Shore

Broken Words

Break on shores of Broken Dreams,

Grit settles into each salt water

Etched crevice.

Silence is the poison and antidote

To this torn up book.

I’ve washed down lyrics with liquor

And laughter with a draught of sorrow.

Now I sit in the sand and twiddle

My thoughts around my undecided

Eyes

Not sure whether to crinkle in

Joy

Or tears.

I let the passages of this story

Drift away on ever pulling swells.

You can be the tidal wave

On someone else’s shore.