Deathbed of Sand

I promise it was an accident.
I didn't mean to fall.
Of course, promises are pennies spent
They mean close to nothing at all.

Spread eagled in the air,
Crimson stains my hand,
Everything's a fight these days,
In the end it's hard to stand.

There's a reason I fell after all.
It's only partially my fault.
At least I had the courage to stand,
When most others choose to crawl.

I'm sorry my smile wasn't enough.
That my laugh was a little empty.
All I ask is don't call my bluff
Too late, now I belong to the sea

I know I'm drowning.
Before long my struggles will cease.
My head is always pounding.
Let me be at peace.

With the surface far above me,
And the gentle sands below.
There are now things I can see,
That you will never know.

I promise it was an accident.
I didn't mean to fall.
Of course, promises are pennies spent.
They mean close to nothing at all.