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.


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.


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.


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.


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.




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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.


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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."


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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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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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