Tomas Vazquez Poet Narrative

I Hate Sand

It starts real slow
Just one little speck
Then more and more
Soon it's up to your neck

So you drudge through the sand
Day in and day out
Life's struggle gets harder
Your head filled with doubt

Unsure what to do
With the time you have left
You start to feel anxious
From the thoughts of your death

So you stay in your room
But know it can't last
Because the sand's almost out
In your life's hourglass

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Marion Mwangi June 15, 2016 at 4:06 AM i read it coz i was curious as to why you hate sand. now i know . its a great write Tomas Vazquez June 22, 2016 at 7:40 AM Haha thank you! But really though, sand gets everywhere and tastes really bad on sandwiches. Tomas Vazquez June 22, 2016 at 7:40 AM Haha thank you! But really though, sand gets everywhere and tastes really bad on sandwiches.