My Beloved's Face - Poem by Rani Turton
My beloved's face has haunted me night after night;
Many were the moments I spent eluding sleep
Many were the words I wrote on white sheets
And wordlessly, I often did weep.
I did not want to become yet another melancholy
Sentimental selfless shell;
The night was so dark, so obscure that I felt
I had walked on the paved road to hell.
My beloved's face has haunted me night after night
And sleep eludes me still;
When dawn finally does come will I still be
Standing by this windowsill?
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