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.
