The past would not allow
the present is grievously torn
between the now-hours and tomorrow
the never-ceasing tussle-  on which side would the battle be won?

What had taken place resides
in hibernation--- such scenes are not gone
memory lurks still while the future awaits--
to a strange continuum time was born.

I could not be what I was before
on the uncertain tide of  moments I'm borne
my heart oscillates and often I am set apart
by the revisit of sweet joys and sorrows forlorn.

Today the winds rage in fury
yesterday the sun so valiantly shone
never is life a field where the same game
is played but the unforgiving and tortuous sojourn.