The Cost Of Your Hand

I awake on a bed of roses, 

Whose petals crunch like orphaned autumn leaves.

A ray of sunlight towards me approaches,

Dancing in the light are muddy speckles aplenty.

 

I can feel the air around me toy with my locks,

Which is as feeble as your grasp on my hand.

But I hold on

To you, this very second, this very moment.

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The mere sight of you sugarcoats my disillusion in delusion.

You're a dream, your presence a revelation.

But you're just that, a dream, a lie, a dupe.

I don't know what to make of you.

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You offer me your hand as we float,

And I instantly spot instead of your palm an iron hook.

I take it, without a question, your support.

Guess I've forgiven you.

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A hook for a hand

Costs me my faith in you.

On my skin the iron crescent lands.

In bruises and wounds my palm is festooned.

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You let go of my hand and fade away,

Leaving my severed palm to bleed incessantly.

But as the traces of your last remains are erased,

I feel free.

 

Shifa

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Shifa Maqba

Tue 11th Aug 2020 11:16

Hands down the best compliment, Chloé. I'm honoured!

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Chloé Mballa

Fri 7th Aug 2020 03:09

Your imagery 😍 If poetry had life , it would be you.

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Shifa Maqba

Fri 31st Jul 2020 05:51

John, the quotes you shared emanate infinite wisdom. Thank you for sharing these!

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Shifa Maqba

Fri 31st Jul 2020 05:50

Jordyn & Vautaw, I'm incredibly grateful for having woken up to your lovely comments. Thank you!

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Jordyn Elizabeth

Fri 31st Jul 2020 03:46

This is a masterpiece! So beautiful 💓 Your words introduced themselves smoothly. Well done friend.

-J

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Vautaw

Fri 31st Jul 2020 03:11

This. Is. Why. I. Love. Poetry! Thank you for this dreamscape Shifa. 🖤🔥

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John Marks

Fri 31st Jul 2020 00:05

"A poet is a liar who always tells the truth."

Jean Cocteau.

"Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted."

"Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world."

Shelley

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Shehariah

Sat 18th Jul 2020 12:25

You are a true poet.

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Shifa Maqba

Sat 18th Jul 2020 03:03

Thank you so much, Shehariah for your kind comment!

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Shehariah

Sat 18th Jul 2020 03:00

Oh wow! This is a beautiful poem. Beautifully written. Such vulnerability here!

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Shifa Maqba

Fri 17th Jul 2020 11:10

To say that I'm flattered by your comment would be an understatement. Thank you, Nicola for stopping by. Much appreciated!

Nicola Beckett

Wed 15th Jul 2020 03:34

Shifa but you're just that a dream, a lie, a dupe x blessed be

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Shifa Maqba

Fri 10th Jul 2020 01:03

Thanks a ton, Po, Abdul and David for your kind comments! :)

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David Blake

Fri 10th Jul 2020 00:30

'The mere sight of you sugarcoats my disillusion in delusion.'

Yep, we've all been there.

Good piece. Keep writing.

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Abdul Ahmad

Thu 9th Jul 2020 21:18

"as feeble as your grasp" was the portentous give away leading to obvious freedom.

A story well told.

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Paul Sayer

Thu 9th Jul 2020 19:11

A great title, you had me had the first line...

" I awake on a bed of roses,
Whose petals crunch like orphaned autumn leaves."

Po

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