Grains Of The Hourglass Poem by Sarah Pesta

Sand pouring every second
Down a glass jar with limited capacity
Time is running out too soon

When will the grains stop
And save me from the worst
A place where light is the only way

Half of the sand has vanished
With fear in my eyes
And sorrow in myself

I don't want the end to crawl near
Anywhere in my imagination can turn the glass on its side
My heart's beat is skipping rapidly

I'm not strong enough to face this alone
Someone else can be here
The last grains have fallen