Helpless


What do you do when you feel something 
infinitesimally slipping away?
Worried, if you say anything,
It will only degrade faster.
So, you sit quietly, your heart breaking,
As you watch the erosion of your only dream. 
Your soul crumbling and falling
Like sand trapped in an hourglass.
Feeling yourself slip away 
With each grain lost.

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