The days.

Everyday is a haunting reminder of the loss that has befallen on me. I look at the day that passed by on September 23, 2021 and cry everyday, because everyday is the same. Clock strikes 12 in the noon, and after that each hour, the heart withered away so mercilessly. Had to shatter all the dreams and let her go to the grave. Had fallen so many times to see if its real, and it just was.

Cried, Lost, Fallen to the knees, and praying for the inevitable.

DREADED, I had to let her go. And havent been the same since.



Omer Muneer Qazi

Strange individual who could never amount to anything.