The subtle ironies of time
Will one day evoke reverence.
Restless words in silent protest,
Will pierce the heart with sharp pain.
All the complaints at the end of the day
Will unknowingly transform into affection.
Moments will grow heavy with deep breaths,
When the pain is settled, efforts will cease.
The battle with mighty myself
Gradually withdrawing it's own empire.
Wounded repeatedly by unknown blows,
This is how I'll dissolve into the time's flow.
The poet is sub-editor, The Daily Messenger 
