As the Sand Fall...

As the sand fall into the bottom glass
As the grain fills the cavity with mass
I am tending to my own wound, unrest

But every second is a new hurt
Every moment I'm hitting the dirt

For the feeling you refuse to convey
For the words you refuse to say



As the sand fall like a high torrent
As the grain reminds me of my torment
I am tending to my own wound, lament

But every second is a new stump
Every moment I'm numbing the lump

For the feeling you refuse to convey
For the words you refuse to say

Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:18 • Labels: chagrin, doubt, glum, L, poem, poet