A pyre for your thoughts.
A penny for your efforts.
A nod to your achievements.
Nothing more than a grain in a shifting dune.
What is there more of in this sandcastle?
In this sandbox? In this asylum of the soul?
Do we pursue the gods?
Do we seek the greatness of our own?
Do we seek purpose when there is none?
Doomed are we to continue to burn until the sand turns to fragile glass.
To burn until everything is a molten slag.
#Heart
dreamy sierra
thorny sun
The poem creates a vivid sense of existential erosion, using shifting sand, burning pyres, and molten glass to explore how effort and purpose can feel fragile or futile; the escalating imagery gives it a strong emotional arc and a clear philosophical weight. Two areas that could strengthen it further are tightening the central metaphor-choosing one or two core images to anchor the emotional journey-and varying the sentence rhythm so the questions and declarative lines don't all land with the same cadence. None the less, Good Job 