it drifts away;

oh, so perfectly.

Insidious in design,

the trap is set

for those that find

solace and love inside

the parentheses of their lives.

The torment drags it out

and stretches an hour long.

One night becomes a lifetime,

for the haunted,

for the hunted.

The Blessed are given wings

and a year has a chance to fly.

The hourglass opens wide

and soon we’re saying good-bye.

Why is life

always a war with time?

Why is love such a tragedy?

Hope is something strong,

made of brittle people,

but we continue on.

Time is a perfect trap.

Caught in the hourglass.


HG – 2019

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