Lost

Same as the glass, I'm an empty host
Like a soul discarded from it's post
At one time I felt I held the most
The past haunts me like a ghost
In memory I give a toast
To the lost soul without a host

I am an hourglass without sand
Seemingly without a plan
Everything slipping out of hand
Struggling with life's demands
Sinking into the land
Of an hourglass without sand