In Silence Sat An Hourglass
In silence sat an hourglass,
never faultering from it's place,
it was void of every concious thing,
A reflection for a face,
I felt it's weight upon my back,
and for this I could not rest,
at times I tried to trick that glass,
it just put me to the test,
for every time I stop some sand,
some other sand would fall,
and the more I tried the more I lied,
I could never stop it all,
so with pain and anger I grabbed that glass,
and stared into it's face,
and with pain and anger it just stared back,
as the sand fell into place....
Copyright © Bryan Dueck | Year Posted 2013
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