Annie's Poetry

I am running and running
like the seasons
and hourglass never stops turning
it relentlessly follows me
a dark shadow at my heels
a constant reminder
that time is a hunter
and I am always the prey
pausing for just a moment
breathing deeply as I hear the sand
the grains relentlessly slipping away
I am counting the beats of my heart
the sand is falling
but it never stops running
and neither will I
© Ann Bagnall