Solitary Cemetery Poem by Hamza Al Saieedy

My heart is like burial ground
Weak, gray and silent, also blind.
Awake, yet gives beats with sound
As hard as loud as warm and kind.

Solitary cemetery
My heart became after she's gone,
It's filled with pain and misery,
It filled with love from Babylon.

My heart buried people, places,
Faces, hatred, the love and seeds
To happiness, yet still chases
The solitude's rituals and creeds.

If misery becomes my host
And if the calm soulless dead guest
Is mere a love yet gray and lost,
It should makes it the only blest.

And thus before you look for love,
Make sure that love's looking for you!
And as the dove can fly above
You will see that your heart had flew!