HourGlass Eyes (standard:poetry, 98 words)
Author: bodhisattva	Added: Jan 24 2002	Views/Reads: 3368/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The passage of time, in a single moment.

Sitting in my chair, gazing through deep fog 

I see time as it has effected all things 

A great river's water, barely trickling 

Trees are blackened, empty husks 

Turned to ash by man's fire 

A young girl crumbles and 

Dies in the street 

Even the wind 

Ceases to blow 

I see flowers turn into dust 

What once were magnificent lovers 

I only see tombstones covered with soot 

Magnificent epitaths, from long-dead poets 

But when I turn my head and I look in the mirror 

I only see me, how I am now and I know this is hell.


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