Sand

As I'm going away for the weekend, I'll do my next post today! Today's poetry is much more intricate than usual. Even explaining this one might make my head explode. message me your thoughts!

Sand

Unravelling his history, like a dog has lost its bone,

Tainted is it not? Or has the serpent revealed his location?

Dear to his adored, or yet another scheme of jealousy?

Sand once loved and craved, yet glass so thin and scratched.

History seemed to be depriving of its lustful desire,

How could the memory be so old yet untouched?

The light seeping through the enriched fibres of life

Is it the light of my imagination, or is he not even real?