The Hole and Hourglass

There's a hole in my chest
Where an hourglass sits perfectly
Watching tears fall in uniform drops
Going drip, drip, drip.

There's a hole in my chest
The weight of tears now calm
Causes my hourglass to spin
Waiting emptiness into being.

There's a hole in my chest
Where my hourglass spins
In a dance of tears and hollowness
In measured despair.

Just a Dream

She didn't cry
She didn't scream
But whispered over and over
It's just a dream, it's just a dream.


Been awhile since I last posted anything here...