The empty sighs of the downcast servant
drift among the waves
sunset taking with it any remnants
of possible reprieve
Turbulent thoughts rent asunder
amidst the shambles of mental ruin
faint elucidations fail to simplify
the tears begotten by a complex cry
Grotesque possibilities endless
happy dreams limited in quantity
few and far in between
treasured when finally seen
Golden words etched lovingly to memory
greatly valued and held on to dearly
whispered hopefully in the darkness of life's treachery
"Indeed your Lord is of vast forgiveness"
profoundness to which we are witness
belittled deeds the source of tiny hope
A foothold, for in the darkness we will always grope
Alone in a crowded room, company forever evades
sweet solitude granting a chance at reflection
small talk a thing of the distant past
dialogue, a blotted imperfection
Oh tongue of mine, when will you behave?
I know not what to do with you
and the major sins are grave
Remember your Lord, so that we may be successful
perhaps He'll show us mercy, if we but try
To say that we are at all deserving
Would be an obscene lie
Countless are the sins we’ve sinned
Many are the mountains we’ve created
Vast as the foam of the sea
Yet our regret, always belated
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