Samah Khan Poems

The sky does not sport a single white cloud
Where unicorns are said to fly
And chemical death hovers like a dulling shroud
A promise of death before we die
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I am blood,
Clear as a summer pool, shimmering with untamed beauty,
Caged within a boundary and unwilling to stay;
I am blood,
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I do not know the feel of a lover's caress-
But I have been told it is like being touched
By the barest whisper of the softest petal-
A tickle, a laugh, a short moment of ease
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A creak as the gear falls into place
And then a protest from the screeching wheels-
Off we go: I, the midget twitching compulsively in the backseat,
He, the giant with the shiny midnight boots.
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The broken ballad hums on in my head
I've got no peace on the streets, and none in my head.
The wake-up call is a death-knoll to my ears
And my only lullaby is the sound of my tears-
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Break me
The hollowness is already in my blood
And I can hear my heart
Feebly holding on to insanity-
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My heart bleeds under the weight of my penance
And with each tear that I shed,
Ten drops of blood and sweat are freed
And then there’s nothing left
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The barrenness of life strangles me with its force,
Its ineptitude to gratify my appetite speaks of the misfortunes I’ve had;
Life has neither offered be friendship nor enmity
But has borne wilted flowers, and fruit gone bad
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The war cry sounds across the land,
The hills tremor with fear, melting the sand,
No animal strays, nor walks a man,
When the battle cry sounds across the land
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That which keeps my sense alive
Is not the Science explained through the ages,
Nor the History of all the bloody battles and equally bloody conquests
Nor wars, plague, fires and people
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