Death Drops The Hourglass Poem by royness ( ' ' )

Death Drops The Hourglass



Death drops the hourglass -
it shatters across the floor, sand spills
out over shards of glass -
every grain an hour.

Somewhere, a man
feels himself weaker.
A hand
tightens around his heart, sand
trickles from his eyes instead of tears -
at the sweep of the scythe,
he sleeps.

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royness ( ' ' )

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essex, england / carmathen, wales
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