My life lately seems like a gas chamber,
Everything appears in different colours nowadays
My name is no longer important since I’ve got
A number and soon I will have a legal price tag
I thought the snow would cover the cruelty of blood suckers
Yet, I saw a broken cage in spring with blood and
Feathers of the love birds above the winter rain
With no tweets to welcome the depressed autumn
The sun shines at
midnight and it looks as if the
City is on fire, with
flames around my glowing path
So many times, and nobody
is bright to reveal the
Sun before death starts
collecting my soul
I have been blinded as I
wish to go back to
The days where my sight
always smiled and never
Cried for watching my old
pictures of memories
With tears falling in
silence of my depression
Ahmad Al-Khatat. He 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 first poem back in the year 2000. He also has been
published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world. His
poems were translated into Farsi, Albanian, German, and Chinese. And he
currently studies Political Sciences, at Concordia University in Montreal. He
recently have published his two chapbooks “The Bleeding Heart Poet” and “Love
On The War’s Frontline”. 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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