Hourglass of her future

The painting blurred
Hanging unpolished
On a wall already demolished
It had been darkened
Looking miserable and tarnished
Yet she didn’t vanish
She only wished it’d tarried
Seeing herself in her mirror unpolished
Imaging her future lonely and famished
She stood in the midst of accusers angered
She had been pretty banished
To live a life in the future barren
In a land unknown and foreign
Hour by hour the sad vision hurried
A hourglass of a future she always dreaded
Finally a reality she realized
Set in motion readied