Sand

Long have I roamed and wandered
This cold wind smacking my face
I've become frostbitten and numb
To it all
I rest my head to sleep on the mattress of
Uncertainty
With sorrow at my feet
Ready to pounce and jolt me awake
A taste I've forgotten haunts my lips
And shattered dreams are ghosts behind my eyelids
These tears are so bitter
I try to catch it in my hands
I try to gain control again
But it has all turned to sand
Loose and flowing
Slipping through my fingers
Each and every grain a lifetime
Wasted and gone
Each and every grain filled with regret

Reviews

[Pi Cee]

Great piece, as always. I've always been interested about the way sand can represent time, every single grain to every moment.

[Xanthous Crow]

Thank you ^.^. Sand is an interesting material. Rough, coarse, soft. I think it is an adequate representation of time; flowing, eternal, shifting.... everywhere and anywhere, even in the uncomfortable places.

[InsanityWriter]

Wow! This is wonderful. :D I love your imagery. Excellent write!!

[Xanthous Crow]

Thank you! I'm a glad you enjoyed :)