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A definite feeling that burns inside, Like the morning dew at sunrise. Just before Salaatul Ishraaq, When the light covers the dark. The birds sing happily, As they all come out into reality. Sounds of car horns and people outside, Some walking, some hiking a ride. To go to work and start their day, Busy in this world so they will get a pay. I look at it all from my window, As the loneliness inside me grow. Asking myself what is my purpose, Who so I turn to? Who do I trust? Where are the people who concern me? Where were they when I was ready? I wanted to talk, I wanted to rest, You did not meet me, now Im stressed. I hate when disappointment shows up, My patience wears out, it fills my cup. I need to refuel, I need to sleep, The danger of losing rest aint cheap. But my body is weak and I am at my low, Because of neglect, my stress would grow. I have my Allah, to help me back to my feet, In shaa Allah He will take me out of this heat.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 04:23:39 +0000

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