Poetry
The pit I made!
Ahh!! I’m drowning
Deep in the sand.
It hurts as the grains of hope,
Cut through my skin.
It’s in my eyes…my hair.
I yelled …I cried
For a hand to reach out.
But I see far ahead-
the one I followed,
Lying in a garden and counting the flowers-
Surrounded by blue birds,
whose chirps blinded my screams.
And I lay here alone
with ravens and crows…
Screeching and waiting.
I pulled myself hard…
But I was weak and tired,
Tired of my heart-
The reason behind the pit
And the sand so warm.
I was sinking deeper and deeper,
Not trying anymore
Letting the sand have its victory
And letting the birds sing happily beyond me.