Genre: Relationship
Holiday Hell
by Mohammed Islam Butt
“Dare God don’t let it be!”
I happened to glance at the calendar suspended on my wall
There were red X Shapes for days that have passed in those square.
But that wasn’t what caught m eye, it was tomorrows square
And what was written inside.
My messy and somewhat childish handwriting proclaimed what I feared.
“THE CHRISTAMS HOLIDAYS”
Underneath drawn for emphases were a skull and two bones crossing.
Don’t think me weird or mistake me for a nerd, don’t get me wrong,
Holidays should be a time for celebrations, a time to rejoice and a time to relax.
Now that I have seen Her two weeks will be more like
A time for doing nothing, for becoming ungrateful and a time to be stressed!
The weekends, bank holidays and bank holiday weekends are bad,
But Holidays!
Who needs them when you can see a piece of heaven, an angel everyday!
I went in that and it flew by, on that note I waved good bye and have a safe journey
And to Her fond a dew.
I would give Her the moon and the stars and the whole world,
Just so that I wouldn’t say good bye.
I went home and slept the rest of the day.
That would be one less day with Her.
Day 1 (7:30AM)
I awake and find myself wondering
“Am I missing something?”
I turn my head and see the time
“I’m late for collage! And I will miss Her!
That got me up like a jack in a box.
Only to get up and see the calendar and remember I was holiday.
Day 6 (6:30PM)
Keeping myself busy, reading, cleaning and going shops,
They think I’ve gone mad
They don’t know the half of it.
Day 10 (8:00AM)
Looking in the mirror I see a similar resemblance between me
And this guy in the mirror.
Stubbly face, blood shot eyes
Hair a mixture of grays, whites and dark brown each strand as then as silk.
“Hello beautiful”
The image cracks a smile
Not long to go now, I think to myself.
Day 10 (8:05AM)
“ARRRRRRRAGGGGHH”
Can’t take this crap!
I don’t think I can make it!
Then it hits me
WHAM!
The MD She knows what to do!
Day 10 (8:15AM)
“Hello, can I speak with the MD?
What?
She is busy?
Ok!
Who is calling?
Tell her it’s a friend.”
I hang up and go to bed, I’ call her later!
Day 12 (11:00PM)
Looking at the mirror again.
Untamed fluffy beard,
Eyes floating in blood,
Hair so thin that even thinking about it makes it fall out!
Hair so white and grey, considering using Just For Men, to cover the grays.
Spoke with MD, what would I do with out her!
She set me right, telling me not long to go.
Just a couple more days.
“Feeling Fine” a voice croaks out
I turn to see who said that!
Then I realize it was me.
New Years Eve (11:45PM)
Another year, for normal people, about to end and a new one about to begin.
But for me each passing day feels like a new year and an old one ending.
Every day that passes by I grow that much older.
I think of maybe phoning Her, not the MD
But Her!
With so much time passing I found that I look more like Santa Clause
Then Islam Butt.
White hair and a white beard to match
But phoning is too much of a hassle, have fun
And know my thoughts and prayers are with you.
Oh, happy New year.
Day 17 (Time Unknown)
I have abandoned all hope; time seems to have lost all meaning
And I believe these holidays will never end.
My mind is slowly slipping away
I let out a scream!
Which only comes out as a single tear down my face
My voice has left in search of you, because that’s who it has been calling for.
Mayhap I will say it one more time before I pass on.
I open my mouth knowing that my last thoughts were of you.
My one and only…
By chance once again
(And maybe for the last time)
My eye catches something.
I speak but it doesn’t sound like my voice, but it is, speaking from a distance!
“Dare God Please Let It Be.”
I get up and pick up the red marker pen which weighed as much as lead.
But this was all in my head.
I move with agonizing slowness and reach my goal.
Written in my messy child like hand writing
“BACK TO COLLAGE”
Also underneath a smiley face to emphases the point.
I used the red pen which was like lead
And dragged a diagonal line from top left to bottom right
And over this top right to bottom left.
I made it I survived.
I went to bed and slept like a Deadman.
Day 18 (7:00AM)
I will finally see her again!
I awake early to dye my hair dark brown,
It would seem that I missed a few grey and white hairs.
My beard also dyed and trimmed into a nice goatee.
Finally a shower and I am cleansed!
I go to collage and say good to see you and how do you do to my friends.
I see Her and my heart skips a beat
And I think to myself still as beautiful as A Summers day.
That’s when I realized that was the start of winter
And the Christmas holidays just went by, that was a mere two weeks!
How could I been so stupid?
But what about the:
SUMMER HOLIDAYS?
What will happen to me then…?
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