Yesterday I failed
Yesterday I cried
Yesterday I felt lost forever
Yesterday I was all broken inside
Yesterday I confessed “I quit !”
Yesterday death seemed dearer
It was all yesterday
But if it was all yesterday , why does it still hurt ?
Why do I still suffer ?
Why do the dementors still suck life out of me ?
Why do those time wraiths still haunt?
They say “Time Heal All Wounds”
Does it ? Is that almighty Time’s pure divinity ?
Or just a cheap lame trick ?
A temporary fill ?
Time but nothing just covers up the wound
Nothing but a partial fix
Due to the glut of humane
Like the first aid on a already burnt dead hand
A mineral wool on a leaking fuming pipe that will surely excise
A Marham on our bleeding heart and soul .
Ask a mother who lost her son if time always heals
A footballer his knee
A singer her voice
A poet her visualization
A 12 standard her passion
A rape victim her life
A person his soul
A human his humanity
Legend says it all “The Wrath of Time”
Mythologies say it right “Time , the Ultimate Destructor ”
Like an infinite river of regrets and sorrows
Like a ghost from a misty past
Like sand dunes of happiness that always soar away no matter how hard we try to keep them around us
So what is time to you ?
Savior or Satan ?
Friend or a Foe ?
An Option or something Inevitable ?
Yin or Yang ?
Life or Death ?