March 01, 2021

 

Wounded Spirits

 
 
 

Wounded Spirits

Why is everything different
as if my days are wounded
spirits, whenever I clear the
clouds away from my brain
the morning cannot wipe my tears
as the night could not cure my blood
with my soul advancing in a unethical
way to death against my broken heart
I will keep my mouth closed
and walk barefoot without
costumes to hide my shames
nor masks to hide my emotions
I pray that the naked sun will
be too hot to handle my lifetime
mistakes, sins, and the damages
that I cause to the port of happiness






Article © Ahmad Al-khatat. All rights reserved.
Published on 2020-08-03
Image(s) are public domain.


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