It slips, as sand, through my fingers.

Dissolving upon the floor,

It is a puddle of emptiness now.

Time has lost all logical measurements.

My senses float freely about,

No order restraining my perception.

Withdrawing,

I sink back into numbness.

I could have saved you.



My strings are cut and I freefall.

Surrounded by locked doors,

I wander blindly through the dark.

Something must be waiting on the other side.

Voices echo in my head,

But I can’t make out the words.

They may only be myself.

I reach the end,

Finding only the same as before.

There is nothing there for me.



I may never know what brought me here.

I don’t even know what I’m looking for.

This is not a complaint or a confession.

The sounds, real or imaginary,

Have all grown fuzzy and monotonous.

The sand that had slipped through

Collects at the bottom of the hourglass,

Each grain with a face I cared for.

I can’t stop it now.