Poem -
Hour Glass
A soul succumbsÂ
to nothingnessÂ
each hourÂ
of each minute.
Am I forever
lost inside theseÂ
never-ending
pains.
Will sunshineÂ
never promise meÂ
one more riseÂ
with a hopeful purity
of hearts flight.
Like 3 Pin it 0Eyes turned to glass
as heart turns to stone
an empty cold carcass.Â
yearning for love.
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Comments
Really well written
Thank you ?Â