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A good day Makes for a worse night A night of being slave To the powerless hourglass Full of crisp dry sand From some far away land   Where the beaches are clean And swept twice a day To maintain there perfection And nauseating glimmer While here I am Staring at it's grains     Waiting for all hope to fall And my time to be up Because I love this moment love it to pieces I'm lucky And if I could stay in it forever And ever I would without the slightest hesitation But while all I can see Is this invisible hourglass Draining the imaginary time That I have left I can see the sun rise and set And I was here before I used to stare At the beautiful clocks on the wall And fell with a bang As they stopped.
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
Powerless Hourglass
A good day Makes for a worse night A night of being slave To the powerless hourglass Full of crisp dry sand From some far away land   Where the beaches are clean And swept twice a day To maintain there perfection And nauseating glimmer While here I am Staring at it's grains     Waiting for all hope to fall And my time to be up Because I love this moment love it to pieces I'm lucky And if I could stay in it forever And ever I would without the slightest hesitation But while all I can see Is this invisible hourglass Draining the imaginary time That I have left I can see the sun rise and set And I was here before I used to stare At the beautiful clocks on the wall And fell with a bang As they stopped.
I wrote this during last summer and forgot about it until a close friend reminded me of it. Means a lot to me this one does.
#love#poetry#fear#anger#death#end#lust#time#thoughts#powerless
A-Cosmo
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
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