An Hourglass Starts to Crack

Waterfall of grains, I cannot see

Above my head, a massive hole pours sand

Betwixt choices, I claim stake to be;

Shake the hand of reprisal or bend my knees

Unless made a revenant to withstand

A fate slated for an abject misery

Silence stonewalls any circumvent

But whispers slither from both tongue and cheeks

To deny truths and oaths of state's decree

Futile to make more than one attempt

Withdrawn, sometimes as one doth scold

Best not count lessons as mistakes

Bemused by narratives that have been told

But self victories, I behold

The glass cracks that fore longs my stay

Soon to shatter, I won't be held within

Carried by a sandy river flow.

To love thyself is to love again

Only small cuts that grazed my skin

Destiny's gift to the man-turned ghost