The Sands of Time

The sands of time continue to fall.
Hopelessness binds.
Constricts hands, feet and heart.
Desire for the should haves.
As lost in the past miseries.
Mistakes made.
Lessons learned?

Sift through the sand.
A search for the smallest of entities.
Hope. Accomplishment. Any at all?

Storm surging.
Reckless abandonment.
The angry river; beckoning the Reaper.
Fight through the froth.
A whirlpool forms.
Tugging at your entire being.
To sink or swim.
I refuse. To sink.
You?

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