This is the last grain of sand.
The glass sits empty-mocking me with each passing day.
Can you feel it? The dragging sensation of each word spoken-
as if all the sand has emptied itself into our throat.
I swallow, to find it hard in its place, it does not go down slow, it does not go down fast.
it stays sitting in my throat, and each word is a pain.
what happened? We may ask. What went wrong? Nothing-is the answer,
life passes and goes, like each changing season, each changing year, each changing minute...
and we are overdue.
Nature has a way of forcing change into life
the chemicals in my mind-have gone wrong.
Where you once occupied my thoughts-something else takes your place.
Its not human. Its not living. It is painful-tormenting my every thought.
Nature wants my attention.
My mind wants my attention.
Dark thoughts begin their infestation-
and you no longer understand.
Nature has changed your being, it has changed my thinking.
This hardened sand wont go down any faster-if we keep searching for non existing answers.
Your time is up-it echoes in my head.
Your time is up-it haunts me while in bed.
Your time is up-your words are cold, hard hail
I don't exist in me anymore.
I don't believe in me anymore.
I am not here, with you, anymore.
Accepting the change is the only way out.
I need to discover and figure what this all about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem