Hourglass

One by one

the grains of sand cascade around

Seconds, minutes ticking away

my life, my essence raining down

 

Inexorable flow

I wonder why I cannot see

That minute, that second

when I will cease to be

 

Sands running out

I feel my body begin to fade

I try to stop the surge of sand

but the effort is too late, inane

 

The final torrent

I take my final breath

My body lays crippled, derelict

as I enter eternal rest

Reviews

[Stormy Weather]

I agree with Audrey about it being in first person.....slightly unsettling, but good. :)

Your use of the first person adds an eeriness that makes me uneasy.

Then again, it adds to the effect.

[Coyote Poetry]

Time is our most valuable possession. People who waste a lifetime in useless things. Will wish for better use of time that was lost. I like the desire and meaning in the words. A powerful ending to a excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Poetic Beauty]

I don't think i would want to know when my last day would be. This poem is a great for making people thing about that. I like the wording you have used in this poem to get your thought out.