My Hourglass

The time runs by,

And I can hear myself ticking.

It is this broken clock within,

It is this faded clipping

That tells me smudged lies

And calls peace a compromise.

But I am running low in ink,

Graphite will not suffice.

Minutes pass in a blink.

I am losing the disguise,

Crouched over the kitchen sink,

Pulling out my own eyes.

And the time runs by,

I can hear myself clicking.

My hourglass cracks into two,

My memories start slipping.

-JW