Hourglass

inside the hourglass
I peer out at the
world beyond.
watching, I see
joy
purity
innocence,
turn over
into
sorrow
sin
callousness.
clawing at the glass,
pounding with all my might,
I try to get their attention,
but they won't hear,
they can't hear.
The sand creeps down,
slowly at first,
but faster and faster
as the end approaches.
Suffocated,
Deafened
by the rush of sand,
I can still see,
I can still hear.
I wonder why they can't.
AS the final grain
finds its place
by my mouth,
I give
one last,
final
pound,
sobbing wretchedly.
The glass shatters,
they turn their heads,
but it is too late:
no longer will
breath
grace my lips.
I finally have
their attention,
but can do nothing
to help them.
They pause
for a moment,
listen,
then look away
and return to
their lives of
blindness,
of silence.