Hourglass | Poetry

in poetry •  7 years ago  (edited)

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I flipped the glass,
countless grains of sand fall.
An hour slowly starts to pass.
and pour like a waterfall.

I've always thought - in my hands,
I kept a lot of time.
It passes like thick locks and strands,
it felt like wanting to stop time's a crime.

As the top goes empty,
and the bottom is filled,
my soul goes blank and solitary,
none drops and my time's immediately killed.

- Jeseemei |


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Brilliant piece of writing. I'm loving this line; "AS THE TOP GOES EMPTY AND THE BOTTOM IS FILLED ". Looking forward to more poetry writings from you.