a pocketful of sand
memories after deceit and betrayal
This poem is about trying to hold onto memories that keep slipping away, like sand through your fingers - you know that feeling? It captures that internal struggle we all face sometimes, especially after being hurt or betrayed by someone, that battle between wanting to hold onto something and knowing you need to let it go. -
A pocketful of sand escaping through my fingers futile attempts to hold memories like fine grains still linger bittersweet taste of broken promises deceitful a hum of lies revealing cowardice, comptent, dishonesty useless, pugnacious, ruthless no remorse no validation fine grains of sand degraded, tainted, distorted heart and soul resist mind compels, laboriously erase them
