FINALS

It
seemed that those events would never end

The
hands of Father Time ticked slower than ever

The
crowing of the rooster on the glorious day to the cricket chirping in the
solemn night

Slowly,
it dawned that days turned into hours and minutes into seconds

Now it
was time, to conclude everything at last

The
pen’s ink bled onto the pages as though it was its last

After 180
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
go.

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