Just a grain of sand
Slipping through my fingers I can’t hold on to you
By Marie381Uk Published 11 months ago • 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2025
Just a grain of sand
Like sand, you slipped out of my hands,
A quiet drift, a fading strand.
No grasp could hold, no plea could stay,
You simply sifted clean away.
The harder I clutched, the less remained,
A soft escape, a silent pain.
Each grain a moment, lost and bare,
A memory scattered in the air.
Though empty now, my palms still feel
The ghost of you, so sharp, so real.
Like a kiss so hot so real,
Only a memory the sand wasn’t real.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
I love sand! It slips through your fingers like Gazoogabloga in a desert storm! Great work!
Like sands through the hourglass so are the days of our lives. Good job.
Beautiful! I love how there is a sense of fleeting time in this poem which reminds me of hour glasses filled with sand. Really lovely writing.