By Ahmad Al-Khatat

When I was a teenager
I donated to a little orphan
since then I made a vow that 
I would adopt her, and marry her

Days go by and nights come 
I learned how to hurt myself 
by doing bad habits that will 
guide me to die below the bridge

I lost count of my harmful cuts 
I lost all the joyful memories and 
moments from weeping beneath 
the lights of the miserable bar

My mother thought that I was well,
As my smile hid the tears that 
damaged my physical therapist 
within minutes after hearing me

I lost many chances and luck
until I met a broken heart,
she cried when she knew that I 
found what was missing of me

I found her 
between all of my poetry
between all of my cigarette smoke 
I tried to lose her
as I saw my shadow following her

Ann you didn’t adopted a regular girl
you have definitely raised one angel
that showed me life with colours
From your love and care for my princess

the grief inside of me has smiled when
your daughter kissed my salty lips and 
wiped my tears, hopefully she will
close my eyes after my smiling face rests

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.

 

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