Time

A depiction of the passing of time and being caught up into the grand scheme of things.

The passing of time

So slowly yet so hasty

Like fine sand slipping through my fingers

Never to get the exact grain back in my palm again.

The beauty of each moment drowned out by the next

Overlapping so swiftly they become a blur that we call our lives

Gently falling from our grasp.

Mindless sheep following the clad clothed wolf who is leading us to failure

Failure to live our own lives

Failure to be fully human

The wind blowing the sand out of my hand is just the hot breathe leaving his nostrils

Fight fight fight you must fight

To be a light in this field we all graze. 

Author's Note

I have not written anything in a LONG time so please, be gentle :)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You are correct.
"The passing of time
So slowly yet so hasty
Like fine sand slipping through my fingers
Never to get the exact grain back in my palm again"
The passing of time. Can steal who we are. I liked the energy of the words leading to the solid ending. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Envy Marr]

I liked it a lot, but honestly I don't think it needs the last two lines, it paints a beautiful picture. thank you.