Sama Hakmi (17)
light pollution
Along the roads of iron grey slack
There beats a rhythmic mars light black
Blue spectra, dark blue, blue dark, dark light
Kaleidoscope seizures, retina dark night.
Dark dark, blind hours, blind people, drunk gas
But the stars! Seen nowhere. Deserted voids of mass.
And the music, tonal cadence, heard with only camera flash!
To what does man become if sense and incandescence clash?
Becomes a fool that sees mirage doth mistake for his own sight
These blurs of pixel fibre rob constellations from our night!
To hell with smoke and sliver streets that purge the moon from glowing,
Ink grey smiles over shades of white ’til white is greys bestowing.
Beware! they say, the dark abyss they see like glass through sorrow
Don't stare too long else might it see to return the glance you borrow!
Bring forth your cryptic dark abyss! Turn out your morbid lights
Shine forth our truth, the gem of youth that gloweth through the night!
Sama, being at the edge of her seventeenth year, is currently shifting through deeper phases of wisdom and enlightenment. She cannot wait for her next great idea. Sama grew up in the UK and now lives in the UAE. She loves coincidences and drinking milk powder. She often contemplates that she is nearing an existential crisis. Sama believes that the lights around us are often too bright, that we fail to see the stars from within. You can read more of her poems here.
light pollution
Along the roads of iron grey slack
There beats a rhythmic mars light black
Blue spectra, dark blue, blue dark, dark light
Kaleidoscope seizures, retina dark night.
Dark dark, blind hours, blind people, drunk gas
But the stars! Seen nowhere. Deserted voids of mass.
And the music, tonal cadence, heard with only camera flash!
To what does man become if sense and incandescence clash?
Becomes a fool that sees mirage doth mistake for his own sight
These blurs of pixel fibre rob constellations from our night!
To hell with smoke and sliver streets that purge the moon from glowing,
Ink grey smiles over shades of white ’til white is greys bestowing.
Beware! they say, the dark abyss they see like glass through sorrow
Don't stare too long else might it see to return the glance you borrow!
Bring forth your cryptic dark abyss! Turn out your morbid lights
Shine forth our truth, the gem of youth that gloweth through the night!
Sama, being at the edge of her seventeenth year, is currently shifting through deeper phases of wisdom and enlightenment. She cannot wait for her next great idea. Sama grew up in the UK and now lives in the UAE. She loves coincidences and drinking milk powder. She often contemplates that she is nearing an existential crisis. Sama believes that the lights around us are often too bright, that we fail to see the stars from within. You can read more of her poems here.