Ayad Al Baldawi

Ayad Al Baldawi

I built your temple

on the brink of my soul.

Your poems slept

between the folds of the heart.

From where did you get this abandonment?

And how did you possess it?

I am fed up with silence

for the love that dwells in you.

I read in yourself my inextricable death.

Will you prick the soul with your arrows?

To relieve the spirit a!er "noshing this chapter.