Sands

These sands

our greater enemy

of all, none can beat

My blood drips

stain the gold to red

 

It runs never

holding back

in its glass

In the middle

of the storms

the sands stay

calm, never missing

its beat to move

always forward

 

My sand is few

may I borrow

some of yours

for you have mine

 

Our greatest enemy

never caring for me

or you, we are alone

to stand in these sands

 

 

Reviews

[Kristen Liles]

I really enjoyed this poem. "May I borrow some of yours?" I feel that makes the poem easy for everyone to connect to. Great poem.

[Tiffany K Charles]

Chasing time is something everyone will do....... And yes... you can borrow some of mines...... great job.... I really enjoyed this poem.....

[Raven Malak]

Time never slowing or stopping. always on the move waiting to pull you under. My time is your time brother.

More more i want more.

[Pink Poison]

I like this too. I like the image of your blood dripping, turning the sand red but it still moves on. I also like the way you presented the idea of borrowed time. I wish we could really do that! The older I get, the faster it goes. Nicely written!

[Laura Sparkle]

Oh I really like this. The simplicity of time slipping by through our fingers just proves that it isn't simple at all. Great write.