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September 26, 2022

Empty Like the Rain

By Ahmad Al-Khatat

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.






Article © Ahmad Al-Khatat. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-06-07
Image(s) are public domain.
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