Biography of Samiha Issacs
Samiha Issacs Poems
trees beyond sight. The feel of soft grass between toes. The light smell of rain
the teacher blabbing pointless continuations of words, I can only think of
to an entire world of being. A simple thought; one word; can create an entire
Never again to be redeemed,
I see them wondering in fear.
They see me, traced in hallucination of the unknown eyes deceiving me.
They lurk within my derived stance of fright, dancing along the humble trees of vain.
The mournful prediction and sickly aroma of cologne and soap filled the gloomy waiting room atmosphere. A CAUTIOUS sign stood across from glance, on the slippery floor of the hospital steps. I sat in anticipation and waited, waited for an answer, or so I thought. As I stepped into the next waiting room with patients preparing to go into OR, tears s