Past Present and Future

PAST, PRESENT, FUTURE We didn’t ask to be the part of history, Yet we are here Locked in, lockdown My four walls bury me six feet deep My restless heart swimming Through a reverie of roses, tulips and lilies, Apple pies and bee stings and smell Of fresh cut grass and dust after rain, Mountains crashing into the sky, A thousand songs of the summer breeze And the foam that lives on waves, A turquoise dream. But I can’t sleep My restless mind keeps thinking Of fevers, coughs, and aching lungs And the time that’s stolen, frozen, melting Into the palm of my hand But I release it and quivering wings Flutter away, slowly but surely I breathe in the silence and it fills me Like a balloon Stretched out in the endless days Endless night sprawling before me Has a month ever felt this long? Condensed time Four walls of past, present, future, history Here we are. Made By: LAIBA MAJEED