Hasina Khan Poems

Halo sat firmly upon his beautiful head
Wind whistled an erie tune
Warnings hidden deep beneath mountainous sand dunes
Life’s little magic tricks
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Silence, sadness, loneliness I feel
Poor soul, life has dealt this being such a raw deal
Feeling sorry for myself, what a shame
Is it me, is sorrow my name?
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The power within
wanting to implode
I allow all feelings to flow
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Forehead pressed up against the window
Eyes up at the stars

The darkness glooms yet so beautiful it seems
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The lost the damned and the beaten
Bloodshot swollen defeated

These eyes so big so bright
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The war has ended

The fight has just begun
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