IN JAIL TIME STANDS SO VERY STILL,
ESPECIALLY EATING THESE NASTY MEALS,
IT'S LIKE LOOKING THROUGH THE WINDOWS OF AN HOUR GLASS,
SOMETIMES THE SAND SEEMS TO STAND MORE STILL THAN AN HOUR;
MAKING HIM THINK OF WICKED THOUGHTS; SURELY THE SOUND OF THE PRICKLING OF THE SAND WILL SURELY MAKE IT LAST,
BEING I JAIL TRIES TO BREAK HIM; IT ACTUALLY TRIES TO FLICKER PAIN THAT SURELY IN TIME HE WILL FEEL,
THE SAND IN THE HOUR GLASS STILL STANDS SO VERY STILL,
HIS MIND TAKES THE TOOL ON THE TICKS OF THE CLOCK; TO THE SOUND OF EACH GRAIN OF SAND THAT LANDS,
SO HE COLDLY STARES TO THE HOUR GLASS; WHICH HE HAS ON THE PALM OF HIS HANDS,
AS EACH GRAIN FALLS TO THE BOTTOM OF THE GLASS,
THE SOUND OF EACH GRAIN STRIKES LIKE THUNDER IN THE STORMY SKIES IN A RAPID MASS,
EACH GRAIN OF SAND THAT STRIKES PONDS LIKE THE SOUNDS OF THE JUDGES GAVIL THAT ECHOES BEYOND HIS MIND AND EARS,
EVERY STRIKE THAT HITS SHAKES THE PACKED GROUND WHICH HE STANDS WITH HIS TWO FEETS; MAKING HIM SHIEVER OF SUCH FEARS,
TO HIM HE FEELS STRANDED IN QUICK SAND,
THEN HE SEES HIMSELF DROWNING IN THE HOUR GLASS OF SAND,
NO LONGER HE SEES THROUGH THE WINDOWS OF THE HOUR GLASS,
HE IS NOW INSIDE POUNDING AND LOOKING OUT THE WICKED AND EVIL HOUR GLASS,
HE TRIES TO KEEP HIS MIND AND TIME STRAIGHT,
BUT SOMEWAY AND SOMEHOW; THE HOUR GLASS IS FLIPPED UPSIDE DOWN FOR HIM TO MEET HIS LONELY LIFE OF FATE.

BY:______________________________           8-08-08  D.C.D.C. B-POD 206
      RONALD LOPEZ JR.