10/25/2006

Unrest

Unrivaled by any other,
unseen by eyes of mortal,
guilt, anger, hate are my companions,
lies as my shield,
anger my weapon of choice.
Past winds brought me,
to a dark and tortured place,
where I can see smiles,
but never attain them.
My faults, mine all along,
no more chances,
to right the wrong.
By: Mohammad Jamalauddin

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