hourglass
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The sand flows on the side of the glass
Quietly and gently on the stand
No one knows what it indicates
Other than the fact that it represents responsibility
She felt the pressure
Of a world being taken from her
Everything she knew
Was disappearing
My heart beats fastAs the tears cascade downStaining my paperWith utter disappointmentFrom shattered hope.
Sand is sifting,
The grains of time, tumbling
Through, down to the dune of
The underworld of times past.
Moments descending upon us,
We take no notice.
Moments falling, behind and below existence,
Like a funeral in an hour glass,you wonder, how slow can time pass?Soon the sane will dissipatefulfilling the end you anticipate,but not soon enough.End? I call your bluff!This will go on forever.
