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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