Sands Of Time Poem by Jesse Ellsbury

Sands Of Time



The sands of time have escaped the hourglass and cascaded onto the coast,
Everything I tried I reached I failed to my utmost.
There is no more time.
Time has no more me.

I feel the sands that held my hours, held my years,
swallowing up my toes, infiltrating my nails curled through my feet like a martyr at his last roast
when no one laughed,
and no one stayed,
and no one lasted,
no one prayed

and rumors abounded like breezes in the desert air,
those sands of time escaping mine to flee to God knows where
and congregate in sediment,
and confiscate the lead I sent
fleeing from pencils like time,
I see the rain as thick as vines
and wish I knew what was to come,
and hope and pray that I am one

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Trying to feel good about myself after turning the other cheek.
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who will survive to see the morning with my eyes still attached to their corneas, I’ve seen the sights and walked the walk and stepped through pitfalls, fought the hawks that strike like lightning, something’s gone that once seemed frightening and been replaced by something worse, my next car won’t be a hearse but this foreshadowing, this war, maddening, this score tabulating against my chances, so many lost and pointless romances, so many times I tried to dance with my legs in shackles, tried to fight these fruitless battles, a single man against the legions, one who is blessed against the demons and blessed with what? A proclivity to think and row, condemned to be cut from every show before they even try to know the effort I made, I’m not innocent but I never arrayed the chances for failure against someone who tried, I never set the noose for someone to die, and I never acted like a friend to someone I planned to bury in the end.
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