The exercise:
The prompt on this last day of May: the hourglass.
I'm getting married in exactly two months.
That has nothing to do with the poem I wrote, but it seemed like something worth mentioning.
Mine:
I hear each grain of sand
As it falls through stale air;
I say I'm not worried,
But you know that I'm scared.
I just want to freeze time,
To make this moment last;
But the sand keeps flowing,
Now I'm stuck in the past.
My present is too tense,
My future too unknown;
If I can't find answers,
I'll find myself alone.
