Gordon Lustig Poet I do not know?

A Grain of Sand

I’m just staring in the cold,
A dark room behind clear eyes.
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Watching the days pass bye,
The years fall away,
As my life slips through the glass.
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
I stopped asking the questions long ago,
you know, the ones like-
“How did I get in here?”
“Why am I alone?”
“Why is it no one else can see?”
“Why am I alone?”
“How do I get out?”
“Why am I alone?”
Tick Tock
I sang songs to the stars
sang  so high the moon cried
as soft  tears melted the sun.
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
I smile at the way this dementia makes
its way through the canyons of my mind,
swallowing the images you sent to keep me sane,
devouring the illusions you use to keep me blind.
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
The stones are old in here.
The tears I shed whet the mortar,
but *never  weaken the wall.
Tick Tock
I write stories in the sand,
and bleed for the things I’ve done
I bide my time for just one chance to…?
[ make them all pay ]
Tick Tock
A clock on the wall
tells me it’s time.
Tick Tock
A grain of sand
falls through time
Tick….

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