Grains of time

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Nights spilled into days

And the days would slosh,

Quick and messy against each other

My thoughts, helplessly dispersed among them

The bits of the shipwreck left of my consciousness

Floating aimlessly out at sea

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And there is a creeping panic within me

Often skimming along my spine

With cold fingers of dread

The menacing prospect of stagnation

And the possibility of failure

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Time keeps its ledger in rigid order

Clean brief strokes of precious seconds

Never to be recalled

Each second, a grain of heavy sand

Building upon the others,

A castle of my life,

Of my past, my decisions

Of my actions, my inactions

Of my hesitant existence

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Whether in the end, that it may crumble

Only to be washed away, like the many turrets had,

Or that it may tower over my mistakes,

Depends on how I spend and place

The grains of sand

That I now hold loosely

In my hands

© Devina S.

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