Samah Khan Poems

There is pain in your beauty
And it hurts me to look at you
My own self-esteem faltering in the throes of such perfection,
God-made, I cannot create it
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I.

How shall I speak to you today?
Shall I speak with words of love upon my trembling lips?
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I am not afraid of dying,
But ' twould be no falsehood to say I am afraid of death;
This is my life, this is the irony, the satire-
I can be nude and plain in the concluding embrace of death,
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I watch you rise from the place you rest,
Your eyes the whitest shade of pale-
Your pasty skin and stale coffin breath,
Your movements reluctant, your limbs so frail.
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I cannot define you-
You are indefinable
You're the epitome of God's finesse
You are undeniable
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(My trials have wrought me by iron mail
I cannot escape, struggle, though I may,
I am pulled to the ground, neck-deep in sand,
Do I have my fate in my palm? I wouldn’t know,
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The price we must all pay for beauty
Is countered by the free distribution of ugliness-
There is no sky left untouched
And no ground left unscarred
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Now the voices say ‘rest child’,
They reverberate through my soul, whirring like old machines,
Bickering like aged aunts; And I want to listen,
I am tired and my bones have grown past my age-
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There he lies, his shirt sodden red
His hands stretched out to me
And yet I stay back in fear I’ve bred
For the years he stayed at sea
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C an I be helped if I fall too often
A nd scab a knee or break a limb?
T rust me to make myself an early coffin
A s my predicament seems quite grim
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