A lifetime
spent
in an hourglass,
watching sand
sprinkling down,
counting every
grain of time
as it sinks
to the other side.
A certain pain inside
Sandpaper lungs
and gritty throat
only comes
when you feel so alone
Life in
egg timer
moments,
memories lay in
glass containers.
Awaiting freedom
to walk these
unadorned rooms.
Where lies a heart
in its mournful tomb.
Only when warming hands
hold tightly to the time piece,
will the heart be exhumed.
To be freed to finally bloom.
Never leaving
this glass container,
watching sunlit sand pass
grain by grain
pouring
into the hourglass
like a drizzling
golden rain.
Awaiting the comedown.
when the sands finally drain
through this fragile shell.
His life will be flipped
upside down again,
leaving him submerged,
until the right hands
can break the spell.
Sand dusts ankles
as time whisks away,
loneliness takes its place.
Watching the last
flowing memories
sinking slowly down the drain,
in this cemetery of chronology,
where the heart yearns in vain.
Just awaiting the right hands.
A love doctor of cardiology,
to ease the ongoing pain.
Thanks for reading
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"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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