Melancholy grain of sand
Why must you cling to my own hand
You should dwell with your own kind
Not against my skin to bind

I am becoming quite annoyed
All irritants you have deployed
I walk down the lonely beach
A water lesson I will teach

You do not wish to desist
Continuing to resist
I insist
Well then I will walk uphill
Go home to wash you to my will

O sand why must you crawl beneath
And cause all stable ground to cease
You fell me softly as you slide
Into your mouth—a pit—I glide

I wish you well but please get off
You are causing me to cough
More and more—your family
Adding to my misery

I cannot breathe and thoughts are dim
So dark it is—looking grim
My final breath is filled with sand
You are a pest—sand—to the end