By Ahmad Al-Khatat

 

I don’t deserve to live in this world
mainly, because my dreams are hidden 
from me as my bare feet are chained

Maybe my time should have ended as 
every night, my eyes begin to cry,
she disappeared from my cigarette
smoke and was harder to drink just water

My hopes are the graffiti on the walls 
after the fire, nothing stays but my ashes.
keep my story away from your loving ones
just remember that you have read my wounds

Make peace with love from the body 
of someone you trust, to share more than a 
lips kiss, as my mistakes are my everyday lies 
to hide my death on my last birthday

 

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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