My fists clutch, tight, tighter
Fingers turn white
And yet, the sand is pouring out. Can I do nothing
To stop it from pouring out?
From going away?
***
“It’ll pass.”
Simple words.
Which I am yet to understand.
“It’ll pass.”
Who knew a few words
Eight letters
Could hurt so much?
Is this pain infinite? Will it go away?
Can someone make it go away?
I beg-
I can’t get those fucking words out of my mind!
I want to be numb again. I want my heart to stop
Hurting so much! I want-
…
Locked chests in the attic of my mind unhinge;
Everything is rushing out.
Limelight flickers – audience stands confused.
The mask cracks. It cannot hide tears anymore.
***
Last grains spill out.
A hole in my heart is deafening.
My hands tremble as they recall warmth and touch
And as my mind retreats to the cold
Only pain remains.
Will it pass?
