Hourglass
I want to fly away and stand up
And be LOUD
These chains try to help
But they just hold me down
As I plan and re-plan
I cry for the things
That are now only ghosts
But once mattered to me
I plan and re-plan
And I cling to the past
This cloud is too high
To see the hourglass
In the past or the future
But never in the now
I don't see the hourglass
Until it runs out
Fantastic! The "ow" sound pulls together and makes a cohesive thread throughout the whole poem. Love the sentiment, too.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem! I especially like
ReplyDelete"I cry for the things
That are now only ghosts
But once mattered to me".