Day by day
Hour by hour
You build yourself
A grain at a time
Each thought
Each experience
Sits upon your base
Delicately at first
But solidly at last
It takes the shape you build
One grain at a time
Each unique and beautiful
Each grander given time
But in the end, by death or by tragedy
All you are is sand upon a blacktop
And no matter how many layers you add
A storm can strip them all away
In an instant
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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