Poem by Ahmad Alkhatat
Room for Madness
I am neither sad nor happy
I have locked myself in a
room of madness for a long
time, for no specific reason.
With the water of my eyes
I write about my sorrows as
if the rain was pouring more
sadness to open my wounds
My tongue has been silent
Waiting on the moment to
scream and break the wine
glasses before we get drunk
The curse of war turned me
into a book of the blind, mute
and deaf. Since the world is
ignoring the widow’s dream.
The day I learned to count
the bodies and bullets, I knew
that I will never count the sheep’s
to my little baby at the night.
Today, I am a slave to my grief
The jailer cries along with the
prisoner for reading the journey
that made my grave into room of madness.
A wonderful poem, but very sad! Hard to face the realities of life. Wishing you happiness and peace. 💙