Two Poems|Ahmad Al-Khatat

Let’s Cure our Wounds

Tears of pain don’t hurt us anymore.

We collected heavy emotions and grief.

We learned how to talk about our feelings,

but not how to cure our wounds.

We constantly question the things we do.

And living has become a harder question than death.

True happiness wears mournful clothing.

True misery wears clouds and rain.

We sit and wait until we learn that destiny

had given us a melancholic mindset.

Our tongues are the harrowing tales of refugees,

hope lays down between the sadness of the grave

and in the letters of forgotten soldiers who never return.

Empty Like the Rain

Nothing but nicotine smoke

is running through my lungs,

my thoughts are turning into

clouds, with death in between.

My heart has become full

of sorrow and despair

I proceeded to inhale my last

breath, to explore six feet under.

I was raised with painful supports

You’re not good enough to work with us

You’re not smart enough to earn a degree

You’re not responsible enough to marry her

No one knows how I really feel

I feel the tears on my cheeks

I feel the blood above my cuts

As yet, I feel empty like the rain.

Photo by Alex wong on Unsplash

Bio

Ahmad Al-Khatat was born in Baghdad, Iraq. His work has appeared in print and online journals globally and has poems translated into several languages. He has been nominated for Best of the Net 2018. He is the author of The Bleeding Heart Poet, Love On The War’s Frontline, Gas Chamber, Wounds from Iraq, Roofs of Dreams, The Grey Revolution, and Noemi & Lips of Sweetness. He lives in Montreal, Canada.

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