The Hourglass
There's a hole in my soul, so wide and so vast,
it gives me no future and leaves me no past.
Remorse and regrets, for the choices I've made,
now hammer my brain, in a living cascade,
of roads left un-taken and paths unexplored,
of things that I've longed for, of those gone ignored.
Dreams of the dreams, and of what might have been,
the costs for time wasted, the wages of sin.
Procrastination, it taking those turns,
the places I've passed by, where bridges were burned.
The loss of those moments that can't be replaced,
a world of 'what if's?, ' is what I now face.
Oh my mind is so fraught, my will vastly frozen,
with thoughts of those choices, that I've never chosen.
With time that elapses, so quickly somehow,
to bring me this day, the here and the now.
I'm drinking the bottom, the grounds in the brew,
with a mind full of memories, the things I can't do.
I would wish to return to that moment in time,
where all possibilities, were possibly mine.
Where I was a writer of meaningful verse,
where I found acceptance and knew my life's worth.
As life is cut short by times' ruthless hand,
I've broken the HOURGLASS…lost all the sand...
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