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I beseech Your aid
Oh God
For my heart has become a graveyard
with withered flowers
and weeds of undesirability
I can no longer bear the weight
of the caskets carrying
the deadness of my emotions
My doom-laden pillars crumbling
at the height of my anxiety
and my tombstone
displaying engravings
of all the letters
of pain
***
I invoke you
Ya Allah
This desolation
has brought me to my knees
My hands raised high
to the sky
Save me, Oh God
For my mind has become
a battle field of abrupt wars
and hostile armies
Only this time
I am both the ally
and the enemy
Corpses of my thoughts
lie around like hungry fleas
sucking the life
out of me.
***
I beg for mercy
My Lord,
This affliction
is wrecking my soul
An air hunger seizing my lungs
amid a thunderstorm of craze
A heavy downpour of anguish
floods my entire being
while the strong winds howl
at the loss
of my sanity
***
I implore you
My Creator
For a miracle
When everything seems impossible
Let your
Light
Beam through this shadow
Turn the valley of my wounds
Into river beds
Where your Mercy
Can flow through
If my soul is in the shade that pleases you
Then I ask,
O Maker of suns,
To show me how to bloom.
I pray.
I pray.
I pray.
