Sinking Sands
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1 min readOct 12, 2017
When tears cut dreary sands
In rivulets of sadness,
Life strangles us with its bands
Turning serenity to madness.
We have no role in daily play
To guide us from the brink,
Upon our backs we often lay
Vast skies no help to think.
Drinking from the bitter glass
Of memories gone awry,
All we’ve lived corrupt, alas
Now seen through jaundiced eyes.
You won’t drown me so I die
My time is not yet past.
No longer hitched up, Sugarpie
The final lot’s been cast.
© 2017 James Hanna-Magill
