• calmripples 23w

    Hourglass

    Hour glass,

    Your life is running out
    and you're stuck
    In the middle of living.

    going back or forth?
    How does yesterday's memories taste?

    We are smoking cigarettes
    life; smokes us
    holding us at finger tip
    watching us burn,
    the butt catches fire
    Igniting our body,
    like midday harmattan sun
    and we burn.

    We're being smoked away
    drifting away
    to the pregnant clouds
    of uncertainties.
    ©calmripples