The sand
was slithering off my hand
wishing to keep it
i held it tight
but that didnt stop the sand
it kept slipping
my nails digging
i was in pain
coz i wanted to gain
but that didnt stop the sand
i let it flow
the sand that wanted to go
my fist unclenched
but then it stayed
the excess was greed
that i did not need
what i deserved
on my hand was served
Hey that's such a sweet little poem you've written. The best thing about your writing is that its simple, and yet deep. Although I run a risk of sounding repetitive, this is something that appeals to me the most in your works, your poetry in particular.
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