Sunday, November 6

An Hourglass

Drain'd of all energy,
Void of all colour I'd see,
Small grains of time,
Fall from my share of the sky.

A knot that holds the key,
To relieve my of all my felony,
Its the pass across the myth of a dime,
To life and its rules, goodbye.

The base hardens with riches I believed,
The lie mirrored in every deed,
The grain falls hard to understand the sublime,
Falls hard on its face to cry.

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