Forgotten in Sight
The rhythm of skies that blow through tears,
The ones that get up too early for the fears to leave,
Too much that begun in seconds and ended in few,
Placing blocks on top of others that never move through,
Fallen down beneath the forgotten,
That never will be remembered in whole years,
Bond grown strong in touch of tears,
Quivers in seen in sight,
Lost through time and waste,
Years that we wish were still remembered,
Blown away throughout our sight,
The wishes we made should come true.
(By Sarah Shahzad, November 2020)
