Empty As the Hourglass Shatters
Death has come this year; still it comes, ever creeping.
It comes for others in my life and in my family.
To one who wielded great control, it came as she lay sleeping.
All power gone, she did succumb to that grim reaper’s call.
It comes for others now. I know with certainty
because more often now I see its shadow on the wall.
As we grow old, death’s not a storm, leaving us in tatters.
I HEAR it as a hauntingly sad foreboding melody.
Played out, it leaves the loved ones empty as the hourglass shatters.
We go on. I go on - knowing soon enough it comes for me.
June 26, 2018 for Laura Loo's 'Rhyme Time 4- 10 Lines' Poetry Contest
Now used for 'Favorite Poem Written In June 2018' Contest
of Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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