Void By Sana Abdul Khaliq

Holding a pen in my trembling hand,
Trying to write while I stand,

Steam rises from the cup of coffee,
Forming a silhouette against the no man’s land,

Naïve me surmising the time is in command,
But it trickles through my fingers just like sand,

Recurring thoughts once they hit the blank,
Are declared null and void to withstand,

How long is the pattern going to last?
The last isn’t forever as we understand.