The hourglass was now empty
And suddenly she was out of time,
So she walked away from a life
That no longer seemed to rhyme.
The sand had slipped through her fingers
Through a crack in the bottom of the glass
Canceling out her future,
Mowing her down like old grass.
She couldn't see beyond the moment,
Couldn't save the inked out dreams.
The hands on the clocks were all broken
And forever is as long as it seems.
Time cares for no one.
Sometimes it just stops on the track
Refusing to let life move forward,
Like a demon, it sits on your back.
The hourglass still stands empty
And the clock with no face has no hands
While the watches all run backwards
And no one understands
That tomorrow was never an option
It lies dead amid the grains at her feet
As she walks away from her life
And a poem she just couldn't complete.