By Kashif Ilyas
I have a fear of unending stairwells
And catching glimpses of my past selves
Trapped in their private hells
I have a fear of incoherent men
Babbling about the end of times
Because I am not ready for farewells
I have a fear of long hours
Stretching across time indefinitely
Sketching my life a dull gray
I have a fear that one day I will wake up
And realize I am trapped in a living nightmare.
“Incoherent men”, nicely put. Liked the thought process.