Between Two Lovers There Is A Prison"Stone Walls Do Not A Prison Make/ Nor Iron Bars A Cage" Poem by Istabraq Al Ahmadi

She stands at the window at every daybreak
Like a deep wound in a salty lake.
No scent she feels in the outside air
Except, like icicles, hangs despair.
The cold ticking of the clock behind
Nails loss into her weary mind.
The many days she waited for his return,
Like the fading dusk in her eyes burn.
Yet, still she has many days left
To resuscitate hope or live bereft,
For every atom in her soul longs
For reunion scented with love songs.
Every pulse in her heart, every place
Where she gazes carve his warm embrace.
"But, will he come to see her again"?
While facing the dropping sun she thought.
But as the sky dimmed, and the rain
Tears greening her barren garden brought
And cold spaces for her from darkness to hide
for he the innocent in his lonely prison died.