By Ahmad Al-khatat
If I had a time machine
I would not go the dark part
that built me up sad;
or ahead to my unknown
destiny and fearful future
I would take it and go with it
to the cemetery to bring me back
to the last moments of my friends
and see what the solution could be
instead of staring at their photos
I would then walk to my parents with it
and see if they could fix what they
damaged for myself and my siblings,
As I still hate the way they taught me
how to cry, far away from the tomb of my homeland
to this day, I feel I have been adopted
to a woman who she deeply loves me
meanwhile, I always look for a hammer
a few nails, to hook my dreams above
the broken bridge, with a prayer from my falling tears
Ahmad Al-Khatat, was born in Baghdad, Iraq on May 8th. He has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world and has poems translated in several languages. He has published two poetry books “The Bleeding Heart Poet” and “Love On The War’s Frontline” which are available on Amazon. Most of his new and old poems are also available on his official page Bleeding Heart Poet on Facebook.
