Hourglass

Fears within my deepest crevice

Not knowing the origin

Not knowing the cause

Another day drifts away

Like little sand grains

in an hourglass

Life will not stop

Nor will Time

Each moment

Each Breath

Each Day

Life can be so quiet

So serene

Other days nightmares

Are the only reality

With each moment another grain

Half full or half empty?

Depends on which side

Of the hourglass you see

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