Time is an hourglass

by HumanInATree   Feb 17, 2016


Time eludes me as the sand piles up.
Don't think of the past, don't think of the future.
As the shadows of hands pass me by.
The fear is in the future, but it doesn't exist,
and the past holds no control over the falling of
the present sand; so it doesn't exist.

The present is the only piece of sand where
love and pain seem to cycle

The present is the falling piece of sand in the hourglass.
Nevertheless it controls the passing of time; always via a glass.
Losing feet by the grain, slipping by the end.
Getting cramped looking at all this space as death eludes me,
I'm born once more.

You could say death ends the falling of sand,
But that's the biggest lie I've ever heard.
Dying is pretty much the best thing that ever,
happened to me.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Liz

    There's something about this......not sure what it is, but I like it a lot. Makes me sad, but hopeful.

    Just a few things- third line: "pass me bye. "Bye" should be "by".
    "Losing feet by the grand".. did you mean "grain", grand kind of doesn't make sense to me there.
    Also, the line before "via a glass" , just an opinion- I think it would flow easier without the "a" and just let it say "via glass".

    Other than that, I thoroughly enjoyed the poem.

    • 8 years ago

      by HumanInATree

      Thank you I missed those few errors "bye" and "grand" when I published it. On the other hand I kind of like the via a glass part ill think about changing it or write a part two. Nevertheless thank you for the complements and I feel the same way about this pome. It sits with me in an uncanny way but I still see its power.