I'm tired of not writing. This has been going on for almost a year now. I'm just gonna post this and see whether you lot can do anything with it positive. All the best!

My voice shifts to fit into the narrow gaps,
it presses itself deep inside until breathless.
- like an ocean of waves, my mind warps.

I feel nothing for these rocks and sand.
They amass together in front of me,
developing into more than just eyesores.

I'm not much for speeches, but this poem
should tell you that I'm one for acting
- I swim the tides of drama well.

I cannot accept your trophy, because it
wasn't me all this time behind the money;
it was my stunt double.