This Is Fiction

A world without sunset,
where nothing rises and nothing sets.
Where imaginations become a threat.

The attempt of thoughts result to fear.
In a world where silence becomes a voice
and sounds remains unheard.

A world where holy books are a guidance never read.
Where certainty differs from death,
and birth is a beginning that never ends.

A time when nightmare is the history to tell.
When cock crows only at night,
and the existence of beings is just a myth.

Tomide Abdul