By: Ahmed Al-Sheikh
As a poet who delves into the veins of days,
I write poetry to erase sorrow,
With my lonely soul and complaints,
I hold the eraser of joy to eradicate
The rust of absence from the memory of the heart,
But sadness is stubborn,
taking root in the evening like a shadow that never leaves me,
so how can I hide it…
when I am born from it every evening?
