Sand

It's inevitable

Skull shaped lockets we wear around our necks

By peace

By tragedy

By illness

By our own hands

An hourglass

Nailed with birth

Nailed to the table of life

Sand

Sand that moves too fast

Sand

Not enough sand

Seconds and minutes

Granules packed in fragile clarity

Silently slipping into the pit of the end

Sometimes loud enough to be seen

But never loud enough to be sure

Tick tock

Never loud enough to be sure

Tick

Never loud enough to be sure

Tock

But it's inevitable