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Abdallah Sadiq May 2016
I'm living with my reflection
I craved to live in the reflection.
A reflection existing in another dimension;
A REFLECTION OF MY LIFE WITHOUT REGRETS.
Every step I took, he took them more buoyantly
Every night l slept, he slept more peacefully
Every word I spoke, he spoke them more blissfully.
His skies were bluer than mine—
His sun shone brighter than mine—
The stars in his world twinkled effortlessly.
Never did he seek refuge in dusk
Nor use his pillow as headphones whenever it poured down rain.
My suicidal thoughts were his love for the world
My sorrow was his laughter
My pain— his euphoria.
Every move I made, every  breath I take
I reflect on the reflection I could've been without my mistake.
To summarize this, this poem is just about imagining how different your life would've been if you didn't make some certain mistakes.
Abdallah Sadiq May 2016
I still walk

In the dark, accompanied by my shadow—
Mind is a pawn to something persistent and evil
He lingers in my head from dusk till dawn
Impossible to explain the portrait it had drawn.
So I gaze at the moon in hopes that I find peace
I count the twinkling stars to distract me from the joy I do miss
But sadness still overwhelms me—
Mistakes scarred me like my birthmark.
And still I remain Ignorant to whether the hexes they muttered still pursue me.

I am not living.
The only difference between me and the bodies in the grave is—

I still walk.
Abdallah Sadiq Apr 2016
Bar
I watched as she sat alone
Blonde haired girl surrounded by empty wooden seats.
beneath her were shots of martini—
Her thumb and index finger constantly went towards and away her red lips.

She was Amid *** hungry men—
If only she knew.
If only she knew she was in a haunted house, and it had found something to feast upon.
Too intoxicated to discern the eyes fixed on her like an owl
Or an eagle studying its next prey.
I could see the hunger in their eyes as they await her to gulp more of the Devils water
Until her eyelids can no longer stay open,
Just to fornicate with her helpless body.
Sturdy white men,
Sleeveless shirts to show off their serpent tattoo,
Forelock long enough that it tickled their spine—
Their gaze alone will make your heart race.
I'll be ****** to leave her alone in this bar.
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