Treasure Island

Sameera Alshaikh


Nothing else matters


Life lost its taste.
Why did I let it go to waste?
I lost everything I've held so dear.
My eyes brimming with tears;
for all the wounds that would not heal.
My heart shudders within me.
fear of loneliness sweeps over me.

I utter to myself time to time
"I'll be fine" I keep telling myself "I'm fine".

I wonder if you look down on me and smile.
I wonder if I'd ever see your shadow next to mine.

My eyes carefully scour the skies for any tell-tale signs.
I lie down, gaze at stars scattered in space.
I see you now but with clouds blurring your face.
Why can't I have you down with me?
To hold me tight - fill what's empty.
WHY DID YOU LEAVE SO SUDDENLY!

Submitted: Saturday, March 09, 2013

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