hourglass

Death is inevitable

Hourglass

Here was I glaring thou

with your soul of mediocre

waiting for the hourglass

I burst with joy of thy soul

I hold thy heart's beat 

press the flesh with my shaking palm

adore the drops of blood that fall

with your soul of mediocre

Panting with enthusiasm

here was I glaring thou

running through thy blood

waiting for the hourglass

Neither angel nor fiend

consider me as your friend

waiting for the hourglass

listening 'till your beats stop.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Hitchhiker]

Ahhh . . . The hourglass never stops as it goes from top to bottom in an endless motion of sensation of life and love and hate and . . . Vivid emotions does the hourglass wring from us . . . Emotions which can bring us so very much joy, then turn around and give us devastation in the blackest way. The hourglass . . . I love this poem.

[poeticmetal]

Ahhh... Hitchhiker...I really appreciate your review, a positive one too!! thanks a lot. :) :)

[DarkestStoryline]

Overall this is a nice piece, the wordchoice couldn't have been any better. Good job!