Have you ever felt stuck
as if the sands of time are slipping through your fingertips
and as much as you try to grasp them
to take them back
you can't.
The wind carries them away,
leaving you stranded
deserted on an island of misery
and doubt.
Do you feel yourself slowly sinking
into the never ending abyss,
as if your island can't stay afloat any longer
and as much as you try
there is no boat coming to save you.
No matter how loud you yell,
you are alone
stranded
sinking
stuck.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
Have you ever felt stuck
as if the sands of time are slipping through your fingertips
and as much as you try to grasp them
to take them back
you can't.
The wind carries them away,
leaving you stranded
deserted on an island of misery
and doubt.
Do you feel yourself slowly sinking
into the never ending abyss,
as if your island can't stay afloat any longer
and as much as you try
there is no boat coming to save you.
No matter how loud you yell,
you are alone
stranded
sinking
stuck.
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