The Man in the Hourglass

Matt Mann, Contributor

The Franciscan sky, a mellow blue as usual
Commoners roam about their day
The hustle of the city, a deafening cry
For here lies Willis
Not a man you would know
He does not work, he is not deceased
Just another common fellow
He sits awaiting his fate
Ticking away, second by second
The peculiar case of poor Willis
Though he sees others, others don’t see him, only their reflection
Though he screams and cries, all that remains is silence
Willis is like you and me, a mortal with desire
But to his dismay, the fates look away
Grain by grain he succumbs to time
To fight, a feeble nobility
A mockery to mortality
As he spends his days locked away
The world keeps on turning.