Explorations on Time

I've found that time is a magic trick we're taught at birth.

One where Houdini wraps himself in a locked mesh of rusted chains, plunges into deep water

And loses the key.

I long to search for it but my numbness exhausts me.

I'm sorry

that all I can do with time, is lose it.

I'm tired of turning the days over and over in my head only to find there was always just one.

Just one that kept knocking on my door and

Just one I'd refuse to answer.

I used to wear my minutes as accessories and now the minutes wear me.

And I'm wary, that this exhausting play on words that I so eagerly label as poetry

could be nothing but a waste of my precious time.

Waziha Aziz is a really loud person with an inflated sense of self. Remind her that she's not all that via Instagram @useless_depressing_poetry.