the sieve and the sand

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poetry

You’ve held out this long
you’ll hold out longer.

But you said it through
gritted teeth as you clutched
at those important parts

Then you remember,
all at once,
that sometimes things don’t
end the way
you want them to.

August 13, 2013August 13, 2013 Jay W. Ess Tagged breath, breathing, despair, poem, poetry Leave a comment
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