Time

Flowing from my fingertips,
Through the crevices between each digit,
Grains of sand fall.

Desperate,
I clench my hands with every ounce of strength.

But no matter how fierce I snatch at the overturned hourglass,
No matter how tightly I grip my fists,
The sand continues to plunge.
Down,
Down,
Down,
Beyond my reach.

xSZHx

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