A Poem by Billy G

Crammed at the bottom of many grains on sand

A mere grain myself

I feel the pressure of the others pinning me down against the glass floor

Crowded in on all sides, top, left, right, and the glass floor below

All crunched in with no room to get any air, no space of my own

Suddenly a change accures


It starts out slowly with the glass container being lifted

Then tilted, now I'm pressed tightly to the left

No longer on the bottom

Then the whole world gets turned upside down

Quickly I pressed hard to the top

All the while everything beneath me is funneling down

Down into a whole new world

I fear the end as I fall through the funnel

I awake at the end on top of a pile of my peers

The walls of glass all around

Yet with room to breathe above me

Finally I am at ease on top of the world


© 2016 Billy G

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Added on October 17, 2013
Last Updated on October 15, 2016


Billy G
Billy G

San Bernardino, CA

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