Grim(Re-done)

It visits us all in a different way
Nothing you can do but sit and pray
Will it come for you first?
Or will someone else quench its thirst

I stared it down the other day
Ready for what it had to say
I wanted to go, my life felt done
I wasn't happy, I had no fun.

It told me to stay my hand
Things will change, with the passing of sand
Its words were empty, but I couldn't go
I must push forward, carrying my woe.