Grains of Sand

I love this poem...don't ask why. HAH.

Grains of Sand

Pray all the sanctity
of the abode remain hollowed
as you lay into darkened slumber.

The shadows that lurk among the tapestry,
are dancing and snickering,
silent jests at your horrible delusion.

Damn and forsake!
Words that creep into your thoughts,
ironic confessions of the macabre,
If you abhorred your intentions,
would phantasms feel that insecurity?

Grains of sand,
spin mockingly in an hourglass,
unscathed by time's skeletal caress.
Sleep well in your obsessions,
thine eyes need not see the truth

Fleeing from nothing,
the shades drink in the light,
and you breathe out abysmal silence,
internal shivers of an old man.
Fear slithering up your spine,
is the death throes of the old.

You're sealed within a dark cist,
and laid to rest in ashen robes.
Cries for mercy fall on deaf ears,
as slumber hushes the warmth from your breath.

Grains of Sand,
dusted on the eyes of the weary,
ushering a mind onward to peaceful rest-
enthralled and encompassed by desperate ravings,
that all things can be eternal.