On Her Grave Poem by Istabraq Al Ahmadi

On Her Grave



The Light slips away
from the dismal day,
like a snake
shedding old skin.
And arrows of red gloom
Unsteadily droop
from the dark multitude
of the grey clouds
as the sun drank
the shadows deep
of a dead palm tree
which my tears
and sad memories
like a dagger
nailed on her grave.

Monday, November 26, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: death,loss,memories
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Istabraq Al Ahmadi

Istabraq Al Ahmadi

Iraq/ Al Anbar/ Ramadi
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