I have no pride,
I searched inside,
I could not find,
my pride in time.
It was too late,
to change my fate.
My self-esteem,
did detonate.
There was one thing,
that I could do.
To gain the time,
I’d otherwise lose.
I took the hourglass,
in my hand,
and shattered it with,
no other plan.
Suddenly,
everything around me stopped.
The flames that were burning,
were not even hot.
I scooped up the sand,
but did not bleed,
from the shards of time,
that cut me so deep.
I can't suggest a title Logan, but I am envious of your loss of pride, and the results in this beautiful poem, it is such a holding back and destructive emotion, when it's gone, it's all up imo. Excellent write, so close to humanities bone, it hurt to read, shards and all. I loved the middle stanza's especially, what a great way of stopping time. It is easy when you don't mind. Smiling at you, Tai
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I would like to translate this poem
nothing lacking in this poem....great work! love starr