Sign of a Bitter End

By Ahmad Al-Khatat,

Next week,

I will be older than usual

Tuesday coming,

I will meet with a sign of a bitter end

 

Anxiety, depression, low self-esteem

Are in my mind and heart growing

With no strength to talk about them to anyone

I can’t offer to meet with a psychological

 

I tattoo love, joys, and inspiration to

The people I love and to the ones that

Still have a death wish against me without

Realizing that I can’t be happy anymore

 

In my days, I met with so many clowns

Some they taught me how to cry with

No falling tears, I have learned how to

Hold my broken heart like a homeless

 

I always wanted to live a life of a angel

No worries, no more stress from haters

I wish if I can chose and live a quit,

Simple, and basic survival of the day

 

I can never judge my life as wonderful

It’s full of downs more than ups

Even though, I don’t go to clubs or

Bars to meet with priceless bodies

 

I’m very sensitive and my friends stab me

Like if I won’t bleed by myself in darkness

My problem is I never appreciate my life

And I can’t weep for my own grieves

 

The rain forces me to dance by the mist

Without the moon and the stars I see you

From the lights of my homeland in which

Death could observe well and not you

Five of my good friends passed away

I will be the sixth to reach them sooner

But I can’t because you are my true love

I learned from you to be stronger than ever

 

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.