the grains of sand
fall far too easy from between
my calloused fingers, my palms
move frantically to contain
the escaping pieces,
but it is no use
all I can do is sit,
hands empty and dirty
defeated, screaming
trying to convince you
that my hands are still full
YOU ARE READING
poems vol. II
PoetryThe second volume in my poetry series, containing some more of my works. You can see my poems as I write them on tumblr, @aslice-ofpoetry note: these poems are from a bit ago - you can see my more recent works in volume III :)
