i am a grain of sand
falling into the pile.
dropping from a topless pit
wiggling my way to the bottom.
turn me over and vice versa occurs.
just watch me,
hourless seconds
for the second & forth time.
landing my way into the superbowl
a salad for lesser champions.
smile's not so white
ranch flavored
honey-mustard stained
teeth that grind when acquainted.
tasteless & battered
tongues lick wounds
for the taste of blood
no longer part of the healing process.
saliva is sticky
& pointless
a reminder of time,
wasted.
keep one eye straight,
and the other on your lashes
what you don't see always hurts
worse than worse
until it's horrible.
money walks away from wallets
uncle sam is rich
but grandpa is broke -
my family tree is wilted
& a garden has yet to be planted.
my foundation is built on quicksand
a beautiful mansion,
with stairwells -
no upside.. only basements.
beaches with plenty of waterworks
still not salty enough
to support the sand,
in which i am..
not strong enough to stay strong anymore,
so does that make me weak?
or human..
a grain, in life...
sandman, i am.
