Filter

When I think of all the things I've done,

I stop and wonder

Why I've failed.

How could you get lost

In a hole so deep?

Sinking and crumbling

To the bottom of the earth.

Sand slipping down

Down-

Down.

Into nothing.

I am a crevice atop the sea floor.

A filter,

Stuck atop the sea floor.

Waiting for someone to

Call for me.