The monster that wasn’t.

By the jaws of time
the hour glass broken
the sands drift
through the cosmos
as the Milky Way
glittering souls look on
sand dunes shift
by winds of change
I find myself floating
at the vortex of space
never reaching the end
without purpose.

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed, simplicity and with a message, as the reader I find myself devouring the sentiment, well done, good read.