Monday, May 21, 2012

The Glass


Every Castle has its walls
Some just as high
As the tallest fortress
They Keep you in
They keep them out
But its a prison either way
As I stand here watching time
As it gets smaller
And farther away
Hypnotic is the sound
As it fills the bottom glass
And grain by grain
Slowly slips away
There's so much less now
Faster it falls
I'm not sure when the last grain
Will fall into eternity
Or how soon I will follow it down
To the sound of a heartbeat
As it tries to heal
Even when there is no more time.

© NINTH WAVE PROJECTS * May 21, 2012
Written by : Michael L Farquer