Day 27

shh ..

have you ever been to a desert?

I haven’t.

at least, not that i recall.

but i have dreamt about being in one.

it echoes.

the desert so full of grains of sand,

echoes.

even winds echo.

but i am unsure whether this is true

i just know

that the thought of deserts

echo in my mind

as if the deserts were an hourglass

and each grain of sand

were people piled up, living up life

awaiting till it’s time

to cross to the afterlife

and so, with a thought like this

people live and live

generation after generation

over and over

as the hourglass gets flip

and flip

and flip

echoing

echoing

over and over

echoing

echoing lives in silence

to the point where the silence becomes so deafening

And the frequency of the echoes of our lives

become so loud

to shatter the hourglass

that dictates

our precious time

Prompt:

day 27 - shhh… the deafening silence echoes through deserts of people piled one after another like grains of sand in an hourglass