As if I die, I love, pray, let me die

Ahmad Ayyash
May 12, 2024


The days drag on, each moment multiplies,

Within my wounded heart the pain and sadness of an unhappy love, and dark, gives rise.

To sleepless dream, the haunting dreams of madness,

But I do not complain – instead, I weep;

Tears bring me solace, comforted, they leave me.

My spirit, captive held by a grief, a deep.

And bitter rapture finds in them, believe me.

Pass, life! Come, empty phantom, onward fly.

And in the silent void of darkness vanish.

Dear it to me my love’s unending anguish;

As if I die I love, pray, let me die.



Ahmad Ayyash

I'm Ayyash, a poet on a mission to heal souls with words. Through my verses, I embrace my scars and aim to inspire others to find pride in their own and heal.