Ankaba

Time got tired of been here numbering the scars meted in the past scars of lost lot binding failure in tandem opening up wounds wounds too deep to heal suppressing the joy of the now so much, time is no match while still holding ransom of debt owed the thoughts still haunts as tears and cries aren't wiping off memories that birth uncertainties which made all incomplete just as false appeals in regret's court with little hope of redemption day cries for the night night mourns the day all know each other suffers the brunt having no solace of solitude yet feel betrayed by one another for the chaos of the day, spares not the night the night whispered to the day is this the end of it all? or the beginning of the cycle of endless pain...