Like Sand in an Hour glass

She is not lonely, she is trapped Trapped in her abyss of her own thoughts She wonders if time will ever get behind her But in reality, it is only trying to catch up. Like sand in an hour glass The once known comfort slips away gently from her fingertips She tries to grab hold of something, anything that makes sense The harder she tries, the easier it slips away Her sanity, her innocence, her life Maybe it would be better if the clock stop No more ticking Then time would finally get behind her The sheer hit of final the hour relieved her And all the pressure and pain was lifted