Before i had my hope in a jar
Suddenly, this far fall off my hands
Hope flew with my youngblood
Without the desire to come back
Since then i started hunting
Negativity in the darkness
Falling into holes of fears
People were closing their
Doors by my open wounds
Nobody wanted to stop me
From walking to the mist of fire
My foots were dancing on the
Flames ‘cause my hands were
Numbs to get to the heaven
The stranger ‘tween you
And me, it’s only myself alone
You sleep under the light of
The world meanwhile I am
Awake till you take me away
A ghost from your wishes
Filled my tongue with blood
As if a Samurai sword have
Slaughtered my fragile voice
‘Fore I say eye for an eye
One drop of rain fits all
Although, we are still thirsty
One dance and one word
Blooms one ring with my
Heart in the little diamond
Ahmad Al-Khatat was born in Baghdad on May 8th. From Iraq, he came to Canada at the age of 10, the same age when he wrote his very first poem back in the year 2000. He also has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world and currently studies Political Sciences, at the Concordia University in Montreal. He has recently published his first chapbook “The Bleeding Heart Poet” with Alien Buddha Press. It is available for sale 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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