Hourglass (poetry)
a poem
Hourglass
a poem
The sound
of time
of time
beats like
a heart.
a heart.
Gently it rocks,
and ticks and tocks.
and ticks and tocks.
Little stones
trapped in glass
trapped in glass
crumble softly
into sand.
into sand.
Each grain pulls
one to follow.
one to follow.
Time is slowly,
slowly swallowed.
slowly swallowed.
The sand
falls down,
falls down,
the glass
fills up.
fills up.
Time doesn't wait
for anyone.
for anyone.