Penance Of The Dying Poem by Samah Khan

My heart bleeds under the weight of my penance
And with each tear that I shed,
Ten drops of blood and sweat are freed
And then there’s nothing left

Show me a valley where men forever sing,
And I’ll show you ten where they do nothing but cry;
Tell me of Paradise where men forever live,
And I’ll tell you of Earth, where they, forever die

The world is evanescent, like the flow of a stream;
Which ripples when perturbed, freezes over when angered,
And dries up when overlooked;
It is ever fleeting, like a pleasant dream,
Bane of one’s existence, for dreams scarcely deign to appear (unhampered)
(As there must be a distinct bank, to every flowing brook)

My heart bleeds under the weight of my penance
And with each tear that I shed,
Ten drops of blood and sweat are freed
And then there’s nothing left

I must live out my life in penitence,
Of the sins I’ve done, and the pain I’ve caused;
‘Tis not that I was born as a child into peccadillo
‘Tis only that the world prefers me flawed

Show me a land where animals live, liberated and free,
And I will show you ten lands where they are hunted for game;
Show me a rose that grows into the tickling breeze,
And I shall show you a dozen that wilt by the day

My heart cries under the strangling strength of the throngs of skeptics,
Who click their tongues and stifle mine;
I cannot defend myself, and so I am left
With nothing except contrite repentance to offer
And nothing but a sorrowful recollection to leave behind