I heard a loud crash,
As my prized hour glass landed with a smash,
And shattered into pieces on the floor.
I looked at the mess as I tried to envision,
Tried to remember the way it had looked before.
I stuck my hand into the sand
and held it up to my face.
It could never be the same,
It was something I can never replace.
The wind began to blow the sand away,
So I grabbed on tight and begged it to stay.
The tighter I gripped,
The more it slipped
between my fingers.
Each grain slicing my skin as it went,
Leaving me with wounds and self-doubt.
And before I knew it,
All my time had run out.