The night had come, a special night, for a not so special man

A man whose heart not hard nor soft but more like grains of sand

Like grains of sand the wind had swept away to a far off land

These grains, his heart, the shattered parts he’d never find again.

This special night had come to him without a single warning

Some special substance lied within the drink that he was pouring

He chugged and gulped his final gulp until his thoughts went soaring

His mind unlocked, and freed from prison, feelings he’d been hoarding.

This man was not a righteous man whose heart like grains of sand

But on this night that “something missing,” finally came to him

The sandy remnants of his heart now filled his calloused hands

And for that night his empty chest was filled up to the brim.

On this night, this man had witnessed something so bizarre

The pain, the rain that others felt, now soaked his sandy heart

The feelings that he felt within were tearing him apart

For now he bore not only his, but all their wounds and scars.

This wasn’t guilt the man had felt but something like compassion

He wished that he could steal their pain so that they wouldn’t have them

He’d feel this way so long they felt their troubles never happened

He didn’t care that his own troubles were like thorns which stabbed him.

All these feelings soon to pass he wished would never end

But sure enough, life blew into his chest a gust of wind

Through the sky his heart of sand the gust of wind had sent

He looked inside his lonely chest left empty once again.