I am a lonely grain of sand,
stuck in two goblets of glass.
All I have to do is flow,
as I feel the time pass.
Controlled by the pull of the daemon,
played by a toddlers hand,
Naked to be seen by everyone,
I'm a tiny little grain of sand.
I'm angry with the one who created me,
He trapped me in this loop of time.
And runs around saying he set me free,
to flow with the flow of time.
I am born at the beginning of the hour,
my journey is always the same.
I shine like the God's shower,
while I flow through his dirty drain.
Each time I hope it will be different,
and each time I say Alas!
I am just a prisoner of time,
imprisoned in two goblets of glass.
What you have tried to express in this poem, I am sure around 70 percent population of this world is going through the same.
We all feel like stuck in loop of time. Hats off to you for thinking such piece and for being so descriptive about it.
10 months ago
This is a beautiful write! the first I've read of yours. 5/5 great job!
This is beautiful as always. I like how you portray yourself as stuck on an hourglass well this is how I see it..
'I am a lonely grain of sand,
stuck in two goblets of glass' with the sand and the glass and how you are stuck in time.
Although, maybe I got the whole thing wrong. Either way it's written well and you have some lovely imagery.
Well that's one way to see it,another way angle I have tried to give it from a characters point of view who is angry with his author because he is stuck in the same role day in and day out, every time the play is on stage. He is angry because he is imprisoned by his author in a loop of time while the author roams around saying he lets the character evolve with time.