Come Back, Sweet Child Poem by Samah Khan

Come Back, Sweet Child



The marching band passes by my door
Can you hear them call my name?
I’m taken by the sights and sounds I once adored
While the world around is still the very same

I find the words you spoke in the fortune cookies
I see your premonitions on the news
I can see your face in my reflection
I’m at war with myself and I’m about to lose

(I hear the voices say)

Come home sweet love; find me a haven soft to fall
I fall to pieces in the abandoned house by the bleeding river
(Can you hear me?)
Come home sweet darling, it’s too late to be out at all
And far too late to be at the bottom of the cold dark sea

The colors blind me where I sit in this corner upon a bed of glass
And my fingers weep with the crimson color of life
Many mock, but seldom walk in; they stop awhile and warily pass,
At least that’s the story I etched unfailing upon my knife

Oh why doesn’t anyone find the strength to stay?
To stop the wreckage of my being?
Why is it so hard for the lost and the stray
To find a sanctuary to stop their fleeing?

(I hear the voices say)

Come back to reality, sweet child, no one will pick you off the floor
Come back to the dwelling of the broken and the damned,
Come back through this porch and leave again no more
Happiness will not come to you; it will never touch your hand.

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