By Ahmad Al-Khatat

The night is long, long as 
the stars are falling apart 
and so my tears are the 
rain on the child cheeks

I thought that love would 
make us lucky, and happy 
until I realized that one of us
must pretend that I’m dead

Trust was the most beautiful 
word we have had in our talks 
sadly, it was replaced with a 
betrayal and dangerous faith

The invisible spirit forgot to 
teach me how to die without 
weapon, nor a case of twelve 
beers, yet the night is still long

 

 

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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