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Maheen Agha Poem
Falling out of the cage I left behind,
Running from the bottomless pit I call my mind.
Cool crisp wind shakes the floor beneath,
Hot gasps for fresh air leave an imagination so deep.
If I look back, I may feel the iciest burn.
If I look back, I may never return.
The color drains from my fingers in this lost land.
The only time it was alive was when you held my hand.
Watch out for the eerie man,
He will wreck you more than anyone can.
Spiral out of dizziness before you can be seen,
Close your eyes as tight as you can and hope it is all a dream.
On your knees, you tremble and plead.
Behind you appears the shadow of man's greed.
The second before the light bursts through and leaves you to die,
Those eyes open up and in a cold bed you lie.
Copyright © Maheen Agha | Year Posted 2015
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Maheen Agha Poem
You can't turn your head to my face.
You cannot look me in the eyes.
How long has it been?
I want to hug you but I cannot tell,
If you are putting on an act of if you really mean well.
At this point, will I ever be able to believe in you?
The real question is if I will ever be able to believe in us.
Now I'm feeling like there never was such thing as "us".
Just "me" thinking "you" felt the same...
If only I had the nerve to risk my pride and ask you.
If I could have the guts to tell you everything.
Why don't I have this courage anymore?
Well, after painful rejection, heartbreak, and being ignored,
I have grown cynical of even thinking of you.
Copyright © Maheen Agha | Year Posted 2015
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