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

Empty Like the Rain

"...my thoughts are turning into clouds...

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 in the June 7, 2021 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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