Shireen Shah Poems

I hear your angelic voice whisper in my ear as we walk along our “Path to Salvation…” The same path on which I now call our “Path to Condemnation; ” for without you there is only blackened roses in the wind…

As I try to capture the blackened roses in a frantic effort to perhaps profess my love to you one last time, I discover in my denial that they are stained with my blood; and are in “this life” forbidden to be mine.
I swear that I wake up to the sound of your tears upon my chest calling my name, and no one dares ask why in the night it is your name I scream to escape these chains…
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