Time.

Time

A time will come when the majestic mountains fade into nothingness

Resembling heaps of dust, spanning open space

Like the wealth we’ve accumulated during our precious finite lifetime

Meaningless

Tick Tock

A time will come when the violent skies withhold their tears

Leaving us, the parasites, withered

They will not cry for us

They will not nourish us

We are our own undoing

Tick Tock

A time will come when the sun will be suspended above our heads like a halo

And our ill-thinking brains will boil; disintegrating within our skulls

And we will drown in pools of our own anxiety

Tick Tock

A time will come when fathers and mothers flee from their offspring

Like startled moths dispersing

in

crazed

directions

Tick Tock

A time will come when the screams of torture will be the earth’s melody

And in the midst of all this chaos, a trumpet will be blown

Signifying the time that time itself will cease to exist

When that time comes we will finally realise that

We did not kill time

It killed us

He warned us about this day

He told us to be cautious of our actions and of the words we silently utter

But we were too busy relishing in what this world had to offer

The clock will strike a digit one last time

Tick Tock

Time’s up

Ameera Karriem

Is This My Test?

They’re crying. Each and every one of them.
“It’s your fault,” they said.
Always my fault.

They’re laughing. Each and every one of them.
Was something I did?
It’s always something I did.

They’re fighting. Each and every one of them.
“Can’t you do anything right?” They asked.
Never turns out right.

They’re arguing.
Always arguing
Always my fault
Always lashing out

They say life is a test from God.
God, is this my test?

– Nabeela Olday