[Written on 3/9/2014]
Drowning, drowning, drowning,
Floundering helplessly within the suffocating sea of sands,
You thrash your way up as lungs constrict, and the air forms blades that lodge in your throat,
Up, up, along the sleek, sloping figure of the hourglass,
futilely with the fear that latches on your weight,
Wrestling with your obtuse sense of time as what is left of your essence drip–drip–drip…
… drips away, and melds with the eerie sands whose individual grains whisper death threats upon you in impeccable synchronicity — a chorus of malice.
you can swear you hear them, you swear it
you’re not mad, and you’re sane enough to know that–
Your time is leaking.
And the seconds burst into flames and the minutes combust,
And the ashes dance mockingly between your toes, heckling your folly as their silent taunts fade into the malevolent symphony.
The hours scatter and the days break free from the orbit that once held them captive to your asinine indulgences and material pleas,
Where oh where have they gone — you wonder as the fragments multiply, revolving around your forlorn existence at a manic velocity–
and it’s when the final piece breaks when you hear a faint crack in your soul…
Who knew a crack would herald the coming of oblivion?