suddenly in a gap between talking, he was taken over
by a new page, turned mid flow, as he clutched his chest,
creases betraying a defeated face as a thousand thoughts
bottle-necked the wasp-waste of an end, the hourglass
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I put this peom on the Write Out Loud poetry site, here's a comment it got. 'Exceptional writing, particularly the closing line, it pins down so much and the lack of resolution leaves us reeling.'
Also on PoetrySoup 'a poignant and powerful poem. I did enjoy the hourglass metaphor! '