Memory

Life often revolves around trust, no one would get any where without it. This poem is about gaining and losing trust to those around you.

Sand, slipping through the soft fingers,
Like an hour glass with no end,
Fragile and naive,
A smiling heart made of thin paper,

How much time will we have sand?
The sun is slowly setting.
A  short year?
A long month?
Or just a glimspe of a day?
Heads are quickly shaking.
How fast will you fall sand?
How graceful will it be?
For you to hit the ground, sand, with such impact,
Which memory will you see?
I don't want to see you go sand,
Drifting in the wind,
Will you regret your ways, sand?
Caught with the eye,
Away from the beach's grasp,
you are free.
Please don't wash away, again,
You've left an imprint on me.
Your tiny little rocks, sand,
Have dug into me so harshly
that I,
Scraped up my knees
Scarred,
And lost a little part of me.
I look beyond the horizon,
Deserted and with beauty
I run in no direction,
And my foot prints are erased with pain,
One strike you're out, sand,
Trust is no baseball game.

Author's Note

Do your worst >:D