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It Haunts Me
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Do you want to hear a story that will blow your mind? If yes, you have chosen the right book. You will indeed be lost in the book with the characters. Have you ever just wanted to be in a book that you are reading? You will be enchanted and pulled towards every poem without even knowing it. In It Haunts Me, you will indeed be haunted by every poem, for you will love, cherish, remember each poem like the back of your hand.
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PoésieCopyright Information ©
Zulaikha Jallow (2021)
The right of Zulaikha Jallow to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
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ISBN 9781398413474 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781398413481 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781398404793 (ePub e-book)
ISBN 9781398413498 (Audiobook)
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First Published (2021)
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Closing the eyes feels as though needles are piercing the bare eyes,
Endless torture in which the soul shall never forget, the pains of commemoration.
Longing for the beloved whilst my heart aches from the pains of the previous.
How cruel they’ve been to me, how I ache from what they have done to me, O man, do you remember?
I’m in pain. I’m aching. A fountain of water gushes from my eyes in the darkness of the night,
In the brightness of the day the slightest noise awakens my wounds; they entrap me and make me bleed repetitively.
Black and white the mind goes running, every blissful breeze feels as though the sun is a mile above my head. I cannot abstract my past from myself, what has happened shall remain unspoken. Just because you haven’t seen it doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened.
The cries of childhood, the screams and pain remain with me till this day, it tortures and haunts me. My mind is a desert, withering floors and derelict buildings. It terrorises me during the day and at night it agonises me, invading my restless dreams. I can’t find my way out. It always bubbles up and comes out, I try to shut it down but I never can for derangement can never be avoided. It consumes me.
A Glance of the Beloved
Indeed, looking at your face causes all the sorrows of the heart to disappear like the dropping of a pearl necklace once it breaks; one after the other. Even if an arrow was to rip through the very being, your face is the cure. I look...
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- Title Page
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Copyright Information ©