Time of my life.

Everything is glass
all I am is sand
watch as it pours
a deluge through the neck.
Every moment another
torturous flood.

The tide pulls me away
I can only tread water,
keep my head above the grit,
and see the safety of the shore
slip away over the horizon.

A casualty of continuing life
I am pained by every moment
of sand still surrounding me
choking me with life.

The fragility of an existence in glass,
never quite enough to shatter
and offer freedom
or escape.