Poem Entry

Grains of Time

The moon shone over the dark depths
While my feet scrunched the wet sand.
Each grain was like a memory-
One
By
One,
They made up a whole.

As I stared into the waves,
My thoughts were like a riptide of the past,
Each aspect of it eating at my mind.
Nostalgia,
Echoes,
Ghosts.
Some of it comforted me, some of it haunted me.

And as the moon shone over the dark depths,
My mind raced with recollections of the past.
The minutes will never stop passing by
One
By
One,
Just like the tide surely always changes.