Quick sand, quicker than I have ever been
Sharp sand, sharper than I could ever be
Cold sand
Sinking first my feet
Sinking next my ankles
Sinking to my knees and past my thighs
Ever up, from my waist towards my eyes
Now with your cold, abrasive hands around my neck
As quick as you are sharp
Sand, please silence the dark.
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Author:
peterrock999 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry not much hope left in this one. (Written in 2000)
- Category: Reflection
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