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
Copyright © Laiba Majeed | Year Posted 2021
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