Edge of the Void

The clock keeps running down

Each minute engraves a frown

Every second wipes it clean

So the fatigue is never seen

The insistent ticking of the watch

Reminds you of all you splotch

Psychotic and brinking on societal norms

You swear you shall change all and reform

The glass shape curves and shines

But all you hear is others whine

The sand dripping, your silent friend

Each grain passes is another towards an end

The fears and anxieties of countless others

Upon yours you take on and smother

But what reality remains course yet dull

Beats furiously upon your skull

Why worry of such trivial matters?

Why take all the trash and the batter?

Nothing could ever make you sadder

Than believing the former rather than the latter

The edge of the void creeps and draws you in

But you shake your head because that’s where you’ve been

As the Hourglass Cracks

The hourglass,

Steady and dependable

The curvy smooth glass,

Flawless at touch

The grains of sand,

Within it drip,

Slowly and gradually,

Telling of time passed

The continuous reminder

Of seconds gone by

The constant cue

Of minutes elapsed

The consistent indication

Of hours surpassed

Time does not wait,

For one or for all,

It keeps its pace,

Always moving forward,

And all must keep up

To meet the day’s, the life’s goals,

But within each and every one,

Living and breathing,

Upon this very Earth,

Beats and drips their own

Unique hourglass

And once the time has come,

That hourglass shall crack