Ghost

Lifeless is my face
But I wear it everyday
And he asked me on a late afternoon
When continent caught up with time
If my tight lips bite the past
Is it painful to sigh out the pain
I put it all in a letter for courage
befriended his sacrifice – I’m yours
When the scent of this ghost
Gives up crawling my soul at night

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About Samra

Poet and fundraiser for humanitarian causes. Lives in London
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