This Might Be It


I wait for the final verdict
I chase the passing seconds
Urging the time to flow smooth
Uneven breathing, so shallow, so low
Fear gripping my heart as I choose to ignore
The inevitable fate that awaits
I know in my heart
The truth is being served hot
That this might be it
That this might be the end
Of my joys and my sorrows
Of my destiny and my fate
The pages blank as the story ends
Looking death in its face
As I brace myself to embrace
The truth, the lies, the dark and the light.

*blink*scared*

Shifa Naseer

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