empty like the rain, by ahmad al-khatat

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.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s