TEMPORARY

 I think I'm dead, or maybe I'm not, 

But I feel like a flower shriveling in the pot, 

Like the gleaming stars that disappear in the day,

I'm dissolving bit by bit while losing my way,

My fingertips are snapping like the icicles at the pole, 

I cannot see any footsteps,

I can never feel whole,

I'm number thirteen on the clock, 

I've been thrown out of existence, 

The time has killed my passion, 

Along with my persistence, 

Destroy me on the battlefield,

For years are running low, 

In this belligerent world, 

I'm like a fire in the snow. 

-Aishah Anwar-