Griping warps the planks
The sunken wreck sits silent
A creaking ship floats
Bringing poison near
Born to bear obedient
Sealing their demise
Each day is different
Growing older with changes
No one stays the same
Everyday in youth
Growing up
Growing older
Aide and enemy
For time is a fickle friend
Runs away... laughing
Such a tiny hole
Paltry smallbore gunshot wound
The soul ebbing out
Day turns to darkness
In red sand
Summer dust storms
Closing rapidly
Humbling our humanity
Making a sandbox