Falling

short.

Head over heels, I'm

falling through

lethal territory. Time

won't be on my side

for long.

 

Or maybe it is

because out of the song

I sing brings life to

deadly ground. I

will survive.

 

Like the hour glass sand by

stilled beaches, all everyone

needs is to be free of the glass.

Forgiveness for pain

is possible.

 

Standing still like time

when the troubled

sand is through falling,

everyone becomes

something new and weathered.

Author's Note

i needed to write.

Reviews

[The Analog Kid]

Time wears us down and we become something new. The hourglass is a cool motif.