Enough Scars

When you look to my face

You will only notice

The deep wrinkles

Draw the long history 

Of my non-stoppable misery.

And the grey hair

Reflect my dark and horrible nights.

My inner self

Is exhausted and crawling

Like a bleeding wounded 

Who lost hope to survive.

My soul is tortured

As if the hell was created 

Inside my body

My heart is like the dry river

In a deserted city

Full of scars

But no more blood to bleed.

Ahmed Miqdad

Gaza