Our —

Our heartbeats —
A bucket full of sand
Poured out over time
And only so many

Our hopes —
A child’s drawing in crayon
Bright but out of focus
Always needing explanation

Our lives —
Breaths spent in search of hopes
Staring into the mist
Hoping to see even a little

Beyond —

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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