Sand Of Time Poem by jhonny jean

O! Life, the burden
Trap in the construct of silky woven
A timely death of unbalanced time
In the pit fall of un-imaginary climb

The burden of broken hourglass
Where the sand of time impasse
And life halts in pestilent wind
With the rest of me quickly rescind

When the hourglass no longer balance
The last dropp in the pebble of essence,
Time will cowardly disperse silently
And I shall leave my body peacefully

The last grain in the sand of time
Is the last grain marking the end of prime
The last grain in the space I once filled
Now the signature of my life spilled

Deprive by the sand of time
And I, fall into angels' chime
I render it all with might
To this eternal dream of light

Life has reached its last tic
And the last toc is laid in stone,
Brick by brick
A resting place to moan

Do not elude
By the silent dropp of sand
Design to cloud
The horror of life last stand

O! Life, the burden at hand
Beaker slowly in fallen sand
Masked in the tic-toc of a clock
And the thin air of final chock.