seemed that those events would never end
hands of Father Time ticked slower than ever
crowing of the rooster on the glorious day to the cricket chirping in the
it dawned that days turned into hours and minutes into seconds
was time, to conclude everything at last
pen’s ink bled onto the pages as though it was its last
hours of endurance, it was done.
All the blood, sweat, tears were assured justice.
The joyous festivities were all that mattered now.
Waiting for another misery to draw closer and perhaps soon