Poetry

quickly, another day passed
like the sand from a broken hour glass
drifting from my hands
senseless of my glance

again i’ll live my life alone
where i'll do things on my own
cause i don’t know
if destiny for me will often be slow

sometimes i wonder
have i fallen into deep slumber
coz i’ve been a prisoner
of this love i kept forever

so better yet i must let go
cause my day slips and turns to sorrow
because i do need a rest
from a love full of jest