Sara Javed Poems

When the reaper wails, the soul cries out,
It screams and shouts inside the body,
''Thine last place has arrived, thou shalt not survive! '' he screams,
The soul, it hugs the body, utterly distressed,
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Darkness followed me everywhere,
Like the mist that cloaks the deadly world.
The word betrayal, stamped onto my forehead,
like an abuse of some kind.
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The girl with those mesmerizing eyes,
Eyes filled with love,
The beautiful wheatish skin,
The natural beauty of a pearl,
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I was not a powerful soul;
I was the dreamer.
I was not a beautiful soul;
I had my fair share of scars and bruises.
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Your eyes so deep, I drown in them.
They pull me into themselves,
your brown orbs, just like the murky water,
As I struggle to swim up,
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I shut my eye and I smile,
as my imagination takes over my instincts,
I smile gladly as I open my eyes- a bit hesitant.
And see a large, open ground in front of me,
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Ashes fly everywhere, in all directions.
They make my eyes sting,
and coat my flesh and cascade of hair.
My throat stings with pain,
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I am a suicidal being made of icy glares and frowns.
Deep scowls, harsh words and a conflicting soul.
Cold, unkempt, dark; made of more hate than love.
I fight with myself each day, cry every night.
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The warm mellow scent of Mocha,
cascades in my room in spirals,
the mist rising from the mug,
Kissing my lips softly, sweetly.
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These mirages- they haunt me,
they make me a living misery.
People point at me, giggling, whispering.
'Mad, madness, lunatic.'
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