Samah Khan


No Tears Left To Cry By - Poem by Samah Khan

I was once a stormy weather,
A grey cloud in a darkened sky,
A white mist on a moonsoon night,
A child's eyes, unafraid to cry

But now
I am a calm sea that has seen much sorrow
A fading cloud you won't find tomorrow
A settling fog like forgotten dust
An old lady's eyes, that have given up

I have no tears left to cry by,
There is a drought in my soul.

I was once a raging tempest,
A fearful gale the ships forestalled;
A raging wave no man could best,
A shimmering waterfall that amazed and enthralled

But now
I am a sleeping fiend lying dormant in the blue
A rushing breeze that won't matter to you
A receding wave that everyone climbs
A dried waterfall, worn out with time

I have no tears left to cry by,
There is a drought in my soul.

I await the day when my skin is pricked
And the running blood will prove me of the living,
I await the day when my eyes cloud over
And I can cry again, (my) tears embellished and unforgiving
But for now
I have no tears left to cry by,
There is a drought in my soul

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  • (4/22/2009 7:27:00 PM)

    ......when all have gone and forgotten...all seems useless to
    hold.....a human elements that a time of need...somebody
    has to be there to comfort and care...just to listen of who
    and what we are in life.....don't worry my friend I am here to
    hear of what you say...a 10+
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011


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