Onto Time's Leap
On one silent morning, I sat alone
Dwelling onto the dreary past
Of all the abominable things I had gone
Unto which my shadow cast.
Shall time ever forgive me,
For my ruthless deportment?
Or shall I wait for yet another tempest
To assail me just into another predicament?
While I kept on wandering into gloomy past
Everything at once seemed so hollow,
Not the 'heaven's eye' could alight it now
Whence dark seeketh its abode and agony that follows.
'Hell is the life we live'; someone marked
Of whose creation, told none and none asked
To confide oneself into Almighty,
Is the least of humane
And time goes by! goes by! goes by!
And b'fore a blink approaches the time
For us to fade into nothingness
And there remains nothing but remorse
Of the things yet undone but Alas!
Has time ever stopped for someone, nevertheless?
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