Sand Castle Life

I pour my soul like water on sand.

I form and mold, it breaks, but i mend.

I live to crumble when the waves reach my feet.

I dissolve so slowly with each person i leave.

I hate the way my sand life falls,

I hate how it feels like I'm never involved...

I cannot go a day without slashing at sand,

As red water drips down my sodden crumbling hands.

I pick myself back up and begin over again...

I am my own castle made of sand