Tuesday, January 07, 2003

The Timeless Keeper
As my destiny unfolds
I look to the hourglass
And wonder what the future holds
And wait for time to pass

I recollect from behind
And regret my mishaps
Wishing I could change my mind
I watch the hourglass collapse

As I look ahead into my abyss
My lack of assurance feared
All of the opportunities I will miss
And the hourglass sand disappeared

I am whisked to my final breath
My ending has been unfolded
Now is my death
The glass is melted and molded

My pointless existence has come to a halt
No longer must I make a prediction
It is my fault,
The wood, used for crucifixion

This poem was written by me, Adam.

posted by Adam @ 4:15 PM Comments: 0