I Tire Me

A living punching bag

Takes my hits

I get stronger

It gets weaker

Till it breaks

I train

It creases

It rips

And then out pours the sand

Grain by grain

Lightly touching the ground

Each taking their turn

A one way hourglass

Time slipping by

Sand slipping by

Tired it says

Hush I say

 

Reality:

How broken am I too

That I tire me