Israh Sadan Poems

I've never trusted happiness.
We've never quite been friends.
And everytime that my heart breaks,
It never really mends.
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Shiny little eyes
smile up at me
Tiny chubby hands
touch my face
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Several times a day
I have to move them out my way
Hitched them up
Or rearranged
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Sleep my child
I put thee to rest.
I gave you life,
I did my best.
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They lie in oposite hemispheres of the bed.
Silently scared in the East
And stubbornly asleep in the West
And in between them
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My independence liberates you.
I can not beg for your attention
Nor be content with your last
exhausted minutes
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Ever feel that you're good
As long as you give
As long you never need?
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The spotty face
stares back at me
On the chin alone
I count more than three.
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On a quiet dark night,
Not a hint of a breeze,
Only the moon peeping
between the trees.
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I'm tired.
I've tried it,
But have left you uninspired.
Maybe i'm not what you admired
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