The Hourglass

Welcome and sense the walls built to gnaw senses

Tingling and pricking the flesh of my existence

Inquisitive touch writhes to break free

Fierce vine like grip hold on to spleen

Crack appears on the fabric of skin

  Melting time altered seams

Picking on threads, breaking weak

Onto new chapter fell on magical dust

All sparkle and sun but does it really work

With a chance I reach, without cause I starved

Levity  bruised flesh and time is scarred ‘hourglass


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