A Drop Of Blood On A Scratch Paper Poem by Wael Karameh

Thrown like a scratch paper in the hand of the wind…
In a cold winter when everything freezes…
Your skirt was flying…
My body was dying…
With the sorrow of you…leaving me…
It seems I had an unlucky date! ! !

The paralysis was invading my heart…
A jungle took the place of peace in my mind…
Your harsh words taste like a poem of mud…
All the dreams of roses were killed in their bed…
As if there is a massacre of million bud…
Without the color of red, without the smell of perfumes…
A crime without a proof of the blood! ! !

Go… Go…
My DESTINY to be A Martyr of Love…
What can I say? ? ?
I was born to die for the sake of my feeling…
My body and my heart…to be buried…
Without even a simple pray! ! !
What can I say? ? ?

Wael Karameh
August 23,2009.