Treasure Island

Sameera Alshaikh


Oppression


A Lost silent moan has traveled far from its bed.
There's no switch to turn off my head.
Late as always, I can't sleep these days.
Feel the pain in my soul as it decays.
How long is it going to take to get through this depressive phase?
Empty inside like a mannequin, motionless, silent & cold
Rotting inside, I don't feel like myself, I feel old.

It's killing me when you're away.
It kills me that I can't runaway.

Is there anything more discouraging as an empty inbox? !
Anything more discouraging than the slow hands of the clock? !

A few miraculous rays of light into the darkness
And I'm drowning in my thoughts, I'm still wide awake!
Tired - I surrender - Pull me up, for god's sake!

Submitted: Friday, March 15, 2013
Edited: Saturday, March 16, 2013

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  • Oladehinde J. Ibikunle (4/21/2013 7:50:00 AM)

    there is a line that tells me here you are missing someone, '...anything more discouraging than an empty inbox we lovely. After Edgar Allan Poe, I think I 've found another melancholic poetess like me. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Skyers (4/18/2013 3:59:00 PM)

    wonderful words, nicely arranged. smooth and stimulating.

    will respond to your request to view your other work. brian skyers. (Report) Reply

  • Owain Glyn (3/18/2013 4:25:00 PM)

    This is truly an expressive write, I have only read a couple of pieces because it's late and I am tired, but I have seen enough to know I want to see more. I shall take the liberty of adding you to my friends so that I may get back to your work quickly. (Report) Reply

  • Bancroft Boreland (3/18/2013 11:22:00 AM)

    a wonderfully written poem. i can clearly feel the emotions expressed in it. i really like this line: 'And I'm drowning in my thoughts' (Report) Reply

  • Thomas Phelps (3/18/2013 9:23:00 AM)

    Sameera, Although I write, I rarely read, so I am not sure that my thoughts are worth anything, however, here they are. In this poem the writer has taken a blank page and turned individual letters into words and the words into thoughts - depressing thoughts- with very little hope. But I have read the piece several times, so it could be argued that the writer has succeeded. (Report) Reply

  • Hardik Vaidya (3/18/2013 1:21:00 AM)

    Sameera, this poem is a master piece. It emanates from unknown depths and rises fast, at break neck speed. Seeking to reach out and break free like a diver ascending from cold depths, and wanting a gasp of air, common air, air that is for all, even that is a luxury to many. You in my most limited opinion have immense talent. I am not poet a mere scribbler, but in you I see a great writer. (Report) Reply

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