I see nothing but your blank stare, so I try to touch the glass that divides us,
My fingers fall short.
I let out a yelp and hope you can hear me.
Not even a motion.
Not even emotion.
Its helplessness at its finest hour, I feel the heavy weight on my chest, and my throat closing up.
What is glass but melted sand?
This hourglass is all glass, the sand has become its captor.
Time stays frozen. While I stay helpless.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
I see nothing but your blank stare, so I try to touch the glass that divides us,
My fingers fall short.
I let out a yelp and hope you can hear me.
Not even a motion.
Not even emotion.
Its helplessness at its finest hour, I feel the heavy weight on my chest, and my throat closing up.
What is glass but melted sand?
This hourglass is all glass, the sand has become its captor.
Time stays frozen. While I stay helpless.
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