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| Photo by Umar Mita |
A deed gone and another comes,
How I longed to imprison these desires,
Regret has been my closest neighbour,
To which I spend my time the most,
Tears fall with no sound,
Stealth curse thrown unheard,
The one door I knocked echoes back,
Others I walked through with ease only not as I hoped,
Judge the cover not my friend,
For it is neither illusion nor reality,
The filth lies beneath in which heaven cannot reach,
and hell cannot seek,
Searching blame I found only the mirror,
A stranger's eyes fixed upon mine,
O Lord Almighty! Shine on the mirror,
but not on the reflection.