Sameera Alshaikh

Beyond Remedy - Poem by Sameera Alshaikh

Take me with you
Lead me to where I belong.
Solitude - I've been lost - abandoned for way too long.
Talk to me - the deafening voice of silence kills me.
Hate crawls into my heart - the monster caged inside is angry

The mystical side of me.
The dark side that I'll never let you see.

Creeping up on me - feelings I've got to hide.
Fighting for air - they suffocate inside.

The beast is ugly - claws scratch my core, grind my ribs.
No one got the guts to come and save me from this.
SLAY - TORTURE the stranger who lives within.
KILL - EXECUTE the monster under my skin.
MURDER the dark side of me.
SLAUGHTER the beast - set me free.

I shiver - I inhale the cold air drenched in fear.
I suffer - Unchain me - take me away from here.

My mind is a divided one.
'Confused' - holding a rose in one hand and in the other a gun.
I've been this way for years - but no one really knows.
How it feels to have a monster that feeds on your rage & grows.
That one feeling that I still cannot define.
Chills running up and down my spine.
Sharp pain back between shoulder blades.
Bitterness in my bloodstream!
It poisons every cell - like cancer it invades.

A lonely spirit drifting down the river of denial.
In search of peace of mind - In search of a path of exile.
This journey is endless.
My soul is restless.
The breathing of a brutal monster is draining my soul.
Strength is fading - I'm scared to death- I'm afraid to lose it all.

bathed in blood, blinded by tears.
Praying for my wounds to mend and heal.
I'll run until I can run no more.
Run until my feet are red and burn.

Haunted - by the memories I try to forget.
Tormented - by the voices screaming in my head.
Why live? Why give? - All I do will be down the drain.
Soon, everything will be washed away by acid rain.

I surrender - a truth impossible to bear.
Mourning a part of me but no one seems to care.

A vicious war against the weak.
Bravery awakens and shines through things that look bleak.
A cold knife going through my chest.
And the demon within no longer exists.
Agony expands while the body decays.
SQUEAL! - Covered with blood, I couldn't recognize the face.
Disregard my heart's leaking vein.
Dripping crimson - it's the sweetness of feeling no pain.
It's the sweetness of feeling no regret.
It's the taste of victory that is impossible to forget.

You fancy me mad - MISTAKEN! - I'm fully sane.
If I'd go back in time I'd do the exact same thing over & over AGAIN!
Turning back the hands of time
Won't hold back the dark desires of mine.

Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness

Comments about Beyond Remedy by Sameera Alshaikh

  • Behzad Savari (7/13/2013 3:46:00 AM)

    These days
    We all
    We've Lost
    In a world devastated to have
    Hearts own a tight these days.
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  • (3/14/2013 11:30:00 PM)

    I like your poem.Its very intense and you are not weak dear if you can write poems like this (Report) Reply

  • (3/12/2013 11:05:00 PM)

    Thanks for writing such a weird poem. I would be interestd in knowing the person whom u have portrayed in ur poem. Totally stupendous! (Report) Reply

  • (3/12/2013 5:09:00 PM)

    Thank you for your invitation. This is such a beautiful dark poem. So vivid. You pulled me right inside. You have amazing talent. Keep writing. I will read your others as i have time. I look forward to reading them. (Report) Reply

  • (3/12/2013 4:28:00 PM)

    Omg I love this poem. You are amazingly talented. (Report) Reply

  • Madina Morris (3/12/2013 3:50:00 PM)

    I don't have to tell you that you got talent, already know. Keep up the great work, i must say, i'm thirsty for more: D (Report) Reply

  • (3/7/2013 12:41:00 AM)

    Wow Sameera, I love this poem! Dark & intense. (Report) Reply

  • Sandy Player (3/6/2013 12:24:00 PM)

    Thanks for inviting me to read.
    I like the interjections, the pauses that they demand to be emphasised, as it really teams well with the rhyme to undermine the last stanza where you call the people accusing you of being mad, mistaken. They add together to create the image of a wide eyed person, that ironically looks at nothing, just stares through everything, with the contrast and indecision of holding both a rose and a gun, telling everyone they are sane. Very powerful. And I'm not totally sure which is more dangerous; the gun, or the rose...
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, June 20, 2014

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