Antarctica

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Can’t figure out the difference between past and the present
yesterday I was alone and in tears so I’m today, still the same
ran all my life, wore bright clothes to make someone see me
make someone admire me
but like Antarctica at the one end of the world
I stay all alone, being put at the last corner
like Antarctica at the last end of the world
where I just cover my wounds, my pains
under a light colored skin
melting slowly and slowly
breaking and cracking within slowly and slowly
by the heat of the tears I cry
and even when I breakdown and flood
it will be me, only me to drown in the deep waters

So when has time really passed
other than making me old, it never changed anything, it never healed anything
waited all my life for life to show some sign of life in my life
for some butterflies to fill my world
for some flowers to color me bright
but like Antarctica at the one end of the world
I stay all alone, being put at the last corner
like Antarctica at the last end of the world
where I just cover my wounds, my pains
under a light colored skin
melting slowly and slowly
breaking and cracking within slowly and slowly
by the heat of the tears I cry
and even when I breakdown and flood
it will be me, only me to drown in the deep waters

Written by Muhammad Wasif Haq (2008)
Karachi, Pakistan
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