Sands Flow

Wonder if the sands will ever run out Or is it a continuous hourglass Relentlessly flowing through Oh just to be able to stop it For the last grain to tumble down To exhale a sigh of relief As the last of the hurt and pain Ride on the back of the last grain And settles on the mound of sand A forever resting place But for now it just goes on A mixture of sorts Of pain and sorrow Of hurt and burning tears Of bitterness and anger Of sadness and longing Of desperation and hope All smoothly traveling down Endless hours just ticking away On neverending days Cruel to think it doesn’t stop for me That rest never comes at the end So I grasp it tightly in both hands As I heave it above my head And bring it all crashing down Around me Sand around me Glass around me Days resting at my feet Finally it has stopped Finally it no longer flows Finally I can breathe……