I was deserted by life,
Fear cripple off my heart,
Where I'm I starting from.
Afar from my thought
I trigger for love, vanity is the hope I'm waiting for.
Imagination kept me busy,
My mind went off peace,
Sallah is a holy name,
Redemption to my meddle heart,
I'm lust in a chattered soul,
How could it be now.
Why so soon?
My heart met a forbidden soul,
Where should I start from.
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Start from what is left in you. A broken heart is the door to god's revelation. Very touchy poem