Wrinkles

The scary dream every night take my breathe away, 

The fear never leaves me alone to stay. 

The fear of losing someone so lovable, 

"She will not be with you ", the voices behind babble. 

The tears roll down my eyes pushing me to deep grief, 

The fear of facing my mom's old age never leave me in relief. 

The wrinkles on her face will kill me by that time, 

Acne, wrinkles, specs, and old age, I consider all this as a crime. 

The fact that everyone will leave us one day rip me from inside, 

Because I can't live, I can't breathe if mom doesn't stand beside me.