imagine

poem

Wish this be my last breadth,
Grounded on a cliff,
People trynna bring me down,
Counting every second pass down.

Wish this be my last breadth,
Have seen several faces,
Faces bearing fake smiles,
Faces hiding knives behind.

Wish this be my last day alive,
Seeing family as distinct,
Near as farther,
Friends as foes.

Wish this be my last day alive,
Sun shining grey,
Moon shining nothing,
Stars suffered to death.

Wish this is my last smell ever,
My parents nothing,
And home filled in enemies.

Why is there my shadow alive,
Bones bout to die,
Life bout to expire,
Luck bout to dissintegrate.

Is god still alive,
Still tistening up my thoughts?
If he is why do i feel sad.

Why is there no answer to my living,
Why is there no death to my life?

-zainab fatima.