By: Ahmed Al-Sheikh
Oh my heart,
Hanging on the edge of time like an open wound,
Bleeding without witnesses.
Hope walks blind,
Unable to see the way,
Groping for a withered jasmine branch,
As if it were the last white lie.
Fire consumes both the heart and the flower,
leaving no ashes,
only emptiness…
Wider than possibility.
Your patience is broken, my heart,
Your back is bent,
And your crutches are poetry and song,
Not to save you,
But to delay your fall a little.
And love?
A fire was lit in your chest,
Then the door was closed,
And they left you to burn.
