poems

hourglass

The hourglass is full 

People gather around to watch the time slip through its grasps 

Each grain infused with anxiety collecting at the bottom

The hourglass begins to panic

Its losing time

Losing feeling

Losing parts of itself until...

It stops

The pelting stops and the people finish, seeming upset

The hourglass feels hopeless- half empty

It feels horrible for ruining thrift fun away

For months the hourglass sits there, unseen and untouched

The hourglass is a void next to a cold window

Frost melts from a nearby window before they came back 

A small fraction of joy courses through the glass walls

And then it's being grasped by the neck- being choked

Unable to breathe, the hourglass's life gets flipped upside down 

And for a momentIt feels relief.

Just as the hourglass tried to get its head straight,

The sickening drop returns and the cycle continues as the second of peace slip away with the sand

It's a mindless action for the people-

But mind-numbing to the glass

The hourglass is in pain

But the second of relief- the return of company and the way they look when they have time again,

Makes the neglect a little less painful, and the ache to be full, dull

But at the end of the game

The hourglass is empty. 

a/n funny story, this is actually the poem I submitted for my ap lit work