grandfather's pond croaked with toads
as i meditate into my past, buzzling overhead is the errant mosquito
looking into the past, the wrongs i have done - the souls i have soiled all awaiting recompense
and i looked into my today
i saw all the hate i had sown
like the dutifully planter,
grown for me bountiful sorrow
today's dawn
it filled me with remorse
as the molar of the mosquito
sucked into my lap,
fear of the great torment i dread
for overmorrow may become
tomorrow at a blink
but the actions of yesterday
never ceased tormenting
morrow is now
and now is the future
all things equal
there is no past neither future
all are just subjected
to the pendulum of times
ticking forth and back
but resonating the present
©hayhem
H