Year 2025 Poem: Future Views, by Habiba Darur

All I see for miles
are torn down stores and houses rotting
the pavement is full of cracks
rocks consumed to help others
deny distract and disconnect
from our current reality

Oh how deceitful and nefarious
some humans can be from denying
their own species the ability
to breathe in fresh air
and see sights other than gray
to roam freely with our god given limbs
and to sleep without worrying
If its fireworks we hear today

My views have been constant
my views are mundane
its like all year long all I see
are empty branches and decay
winter thats never ending cold and deadly
wishing and wanting for it to just fade

I’m no better than others
in fact were the same
cause I too disconnect
from death around by letting
the flashes of my own devices
consume me

When your used to rainy days
you forget how warm the sun is
and when you only see clouds of despair
your mind becomes plagued by them

The heart only knows what the eyes see
I thought this was my destiny
yet when my eyes grow weary
my dreams show me the contrary
the insides and outs
of my surroundings and within
the hope that was declining starts to grow again

I yearn for better views, i’m sick of gray
want white red orange and all those yellow rays
from the sun onto my skin rolling like waves
want a house full of inspiration
no space for whines over wasted time
Want to open my kitchen window and see
gardens of green blue and violet glaze
marvelously coated on the clay pots
I’ve made that’ve became home to the animal kingdom strays

I want my own Soulmate
the possibility looks dim
crevices in my cranium spew
it’ll only happen if Im sickly thin
as much as I want new views
I yearn for repose
within the dreams of my dreams
he always lingers
never see his face but I need not wonder
I know it’s him I’m destined towards

Observers try to convince me while awake
that good things are reserved for those born lucky and great
but those same people haven’t seen
how his ravishing limbs wrap around me
you can excuse it as merely a dream
but by the one in whose hand is my soul
those are the only dreams that I’ve espied
and awoken from feeling so warmly

Take this as is
or take this as a future look
of different views that will, not if
await you in places other than books or nooks of your imagination

If your views are also
constantly constant
and mundanely mundane
never lose hope for the future you crave
let that hunger continue to scream
hold onto to that ambition
use it as feed to fuel that genial ignition

Hope is a need
it’ll never lead you astray
forever grateful to the almighty who softened my heart enough
to be able to feel this way