Sands Of Time Poem by Javier Falcon

I sit in this wretched room as sand hits my head,
in this container which begins to fill so high,
I watch as my time soon comes to an end,
in this sand which doesn't let me move my thighs.
I reminise on all my life and its lessons,
as I might as well only see the good done,
and not worry as karma has taken its toll on the bad,
as in an hour glass I come to see my final seconds,
leaving me to drown in sand, as it has won,
as when it comes to the end I lost everything I had.