Deadly Mirages Poem by Sara Javed

Deadly Mirages



These mirages- they haunt me,
they make me a living misery.
People point at me, giggling, whispering.
'Mad, madness, lunatic.'
They all whisper and jab me,
their pointed fingernails cut into my skin.
Their hollow eyes all white and dead,
Those blood covered lips smiling.
Showing those sharp, stained teeth.
That pungent aroma invading my body.
Their limp, dead hair hanging like strings.
Others don't see them,
They say I hallucinate this horror.
But the smell of flesh and rotting skin,
Those hollow eyes,
Only haunt my nights.
Staring, never sleeping.
Watching, never weeping.
Dead.

Deadly Mirages
Monday, April 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,misery
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Crowning The Crows 11 April 2016

gorgeous poem, so powerful with a great touch of reality

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Sara Javed

Sara Javed

Lahore, Pakistan
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