Frozen Hour Poem by Hanan Muzafar

In a dream,
mending and playing;
A game in maze,
catching the tail.

Conscience lashing soul,
and weeping foul;
Feeling hopeless,
becoming faithless.

An over used stuff,
and life's bluff;
A worthless case,
and fall on face.

In a mystery,
forgotten history;
Hidden humility and fall,
so called crawl.

Visible sounds,
and distant bounds;
Fair value of sense,
beyond fence.

Prepared worst,
an empty thirst,
ceased halt,
and hidden vault.