Samah Khan Poems

If you strike me
I shall not feel the sting
For the sting has possibly been there all along
Like an aggravating itch that no one scratched away.
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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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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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I daren't gaze into my mother's eyes too long,
The image of perfection startles me-for when I peer cautiously in the mirror
To scrutinize the hideously and irrevocably deformed being-I do not see it;
I do not see any way towards the future, with only the love of my mother,
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I talked to the sun one fine day
With tears streaming down in curious haste
He cocked an eyebrow and beamed a ray
And asked, disconcerted 'Why the long face? '
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