The sand has run out, out of the top of the hour glass.
It's sits at the bottom, weighing it down.
The hour glass starts to weigh more then the table it rest's on.
Slowly it cracks, then breaks open.
Sand fills the room, that the hour glass was once alone in.
A dark room.
which was once filled with cobwebs and spiders.
It is now filled with dry sand, that crunches the spiders.
The remaining pieces of the hour glass disappear from sight,
as a girls life goes out like a light.
YOU ARE READING
Sadness.
PoetrySadness is a "book" of grammatically incorrect poems. I hope you enjoy.
