Sand

A long poem I’ve had saved for ages, just wanted to see what you think. Maybe, when I decide what to do with my life, I’ll become a writer. ~ Swallow

Sand – A Story of Nothing

I’ve got my name for a reason, it tells me who I am. At the end of the day, I’m as useful as sand. Truthfully, I’m less though I really try. But for me and my life, it’s access denied. I’m lost, I’m nothing and even less then that. I’ve no chance of being somebody, and that’s why my name’s Sand.

A single drop of water, makes up the seas of the land. A tiny grain of stone, can’t even fill a hand. This could go on forever, we nothings always do. But we mustn’t stick to together, why, I never knew.

I’m dead now if you hadn’t realised, when you’re nothing you’ve got no reason. Living on this wretched planet, to me  felt like treason. Deep down, you must know you’re nothing too. I think we all do in the end, through and through.

Sometimes I wonder if when we die, we replace another piece of nothing, that didn’t get a chance. If that’s actually how it is, I’ve failed him in advance. I tried to be a something, I swear I really did. But at heart I’m nothing, that’s all I can give.

I didn’t hate my life, I had one great friend. But it wasn’t enough to make me realise, it wasn’t my time to end. His name Many Leaves, a great philosopher he was. I loved him so dearly. It never seemed enough.

I hated myself, still do now, but hurting myself doesn’t help anymore, anyhow. I love sand, because it has more meaning than me. I wish we could live so equally. But things were getting harder, heck, breathing got hard to do. I swear I would’ve stayed, if only I’d met you.