By Tousif Habib
All the years that have gone to waste,
my mind slowly rusts,
dreams turned to dust.
Expectations turned to disappointments,
and soon followed counselling appointments,
depression was my only companion,
a hole in my heart,
an empty canyon.
Family seemed like a burden,
friends, well I wanted to bury them.
People seemed like a drag,
the only way to feel content,
was to go out and light a fag,
standing by myself staring into oblivion,
hoping I’d be the special one in a billion.
As I grew old,
I realized I left behind a life of gold,
what could have been great,
was not coming back to me at any rate,
all I can do now is regret,
wishing that I could forget,
all the years that have gone to waste….