Beholding Thought

The black drops fall from the hourglass,

burdens of time sequenced to betray thought.

They gather in a pool,

at the bottom of the abyss.

rectifying a choice,

which many fail to see.

The tides swish pieces of mind,

in an awkward state,

levitating into true hazard or wisdom.

The broken ones cry for help,

but this is a mistake,

when you are the one drowning.

Strength must be gathered,

deep inside the hurting bones.

When developed,

is the most powerful thing to exist.

Feeding on inadequacies

and ill contributions,

will lead to nowhere,

a soldier never sold himself short.

Moon beams dazzle

and hit the hourglass,

striking it,

freeing the burdens from inside.

Standing at the forefront of life's edge,

you look over the chosen thoughts,

letting your soul be wove

into the epic form of existence

you were meant to be.