Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

I Spent

"...watching my friends funerals everyday..."

I Spent

I spent my entire childhood
dreaming about success and
happiness, even when it was
hard to smile below the fears
I spent my whole adulthood
crying because for watching
my friends funerals everyday
death drank their only hope
I spent half of my misery life
falling asleep on the scents of
womenswear, falling for buds
who were capable to stab me
I spent quatre of my nasty life
smoking priceless bare bodies
smoking cigarettes butts, like a
homeless eating French fries
I spent most of my dark nights
drinking to get my wounds sleep
drinking to get my flesh falling
in the last coffin before I regret it
I spent my current life with tears
weeping blood to unlock my spirit
from this dirty, sinful life I am living
with nobody to walk me to my grave






Article © Ahmad Al-Khatat. All rights reserved.
Published in the January 6, 2020 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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