Enslaved To Time

A moment of weakness came and passed by, A thing that should not have come to pass Age should have shown greater maturity. Perhaps, it was the Time, Tsunamis of tears, bitterness, ingratitude, Are best buried deep into the times. The ocean of emotions Had been swelling and lapping within its shores Yearning for unveiled truth and divine justice. The heart oft questioned and sought it, but God's hand intervened and calmed the tide, Winding the gushing current of the wailing heart Into the backwaters of peaceful silence. Ask no questions, for there will be no answers. Since time immemorial the world being enslaved to The Right Time and the Wrong Time, Time forever is the only truth. April 23, 2015