Issue

He’s become well-acquainted with

the feeling of sand,

slipping between his fingers

as everything he has tried to build

has slid away, into the gaps

where all good things go;

He’s alone, and he’s got an issue

with himself, doesn’t really

like that guy but now his world

has reduced to four walls

and funeral dirges so now

he’s learning to embrace

the sadder side of himself

like sand, again gathered

beneath his fingers.