 The Nights Are Long On The List The Noise of a Homeless Barefoot by Ahmad Al-Khatat The Nights Are Long Dreaming of you explains why the nights are long with more longing I still have your scent on my arms Even though I let you slip far away I want you to stop me from sinning Take me away from all of those sins let me be closer to your shiny faith People die like the branches in fall You spread love over my miseries And I turned love to a cloudy heart You have always believed in a good love, yet none of us said goodbye I broke my heart by the full moon I throw all of the pieces up to the blue sky, before they start to bleed Now they are the steps to heaven On The List From the early inhaling of the cigarette Death arrived at my private space again I knew that I wasn’t on the list this time, like the last visit he did with another list Inside of me, every inch is quite damaged I thought I died inside my grandpa's dream He died in the arms of Baghdad, since then I wished he never died a million times alone I smiled at death, and my smile turned into an cemetery, with echoes asking for forgiveness Nobody died for me, but I always dream that I’ll die for the human, who refused to cry if I die I'm no longer interested to live a life of homesickness The thunder and lightning die screaming to the rain Death never answered me, when I asked him how He died, when the stars were clueless about their death Just like me… 9/07/2020 Bleeding Heart Poet Copyright The Noise of a Homeless Barefoot When I close my eyes to sleep or more like try to avoid hearing - the noise of a homeless barefoot It reminds me of the coffin I saw It was the perfect space that I felt like I found the homeland I seek now Where I stop dreaming of a land where It will accept me as a citizen Since my birthland offered me limited choices, such as born to death, born and rise in the orphanage ‘till I will die like a street animal. The noise of a homeless barefoot - might be the only sound I will hear when my eyes will start to bleed after I decide to drink my sorrows  Bio: Ahmad Al-Khatat, was born in Baghdad, Iraq on May 8th. He has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world and has poems translated in several languages. He has published two poetry books “The Bleeding Heart Poet” and “Love On The War’s Frontline” which are available 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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