I once knew myself,
I once knew me well.
Now I wonder:
Is this my cell?
Am I imprisoned forever more,
to be left with nothing but the shore?
To feel the sand beneath my feet;
to feel the sun's relentless heat.
I shatter myself and lose my bearings-
only to understand I am uncaring.
I fall through the ground
and sink without a sound;
ripping through the seams
of...everything.
Inside this hourglass time grows old,
with me only left to sit and mold.
I have lost my way;
I have lost it all today.
~~~
My time has passed
through the hourglass.
I no longer understand
what it is to be a man.
Chills vibrate through me,
incapacitating my being.
Unexplainable reverie,
I can only start seeing.
Visions become my existance,
trying to remember the life before.
Trying so hard to condense it-
but I always come back to the shore.
Feb 9, 2011
Feb 9, 2011 at 8:12 PM UTC
I once knew myself,
I once knew me well.
Now I wonder:
Is this my cell?
Am I imprisoned forever more,
to be left with nothing but the shore?
To feel the sand beneath my feet;
to feel the sun's relentless heat.
I shatter myself and lose my bearings-
only to understand I am uncaring.
I fall through the ground
and sink without a sound;
ripping through the seams
of...everything.
Inside this hourglass time grows old,
with me only left to sit and mold.
I have lost my way;
I have lost it all today.
~~~
My time has passed
through the hourglass.
I no longer understand
what it is to be a man.
Chills vibrate through me,
incapacitating my being.
Unexplainable reverie,
I can only start seeing.
Visions become my existance,
trying to remember the life before.
Trying so hard to condense it-
but I always come back to the shore.
-Written by Devon Newsom