Hourglass

In the silence of our surrender

we’d become fragmented shells

of our former selves,

responding only to physical impulses.

We were lost to the world

wandering the dark abyss

that is our lives,

looking for that blinding light,

that white flash of hope

that we once shared.

But this is the life we’ve been given

despite all our parents prayers.

And as this moment passes to obscurity,

a passage in time that no one will remember

we’re dragged across existence

like a lazy southern drawl

and covered with the slurred comfort of eternity.

We have become footnotes

in the history of the world.

Once day these shackles of sin and sorrow

will be broken.

The key kept inside a beating heart,

my siren of freedom that wanders this dirty valley.