IN THE LABYRINTH OF MAD MIND
IN THE PIT OF SILENT SWEET SORROW
WILLING THESE HANDS TO TREMOR NOT
CLOSE THE LID ON A LIFE USELESS
TO CEASE IN SILENCE WITHOUT A SIGH
PERCHANCE SAIL INTO THE LIGHT
ON WINGS OF BLOOD PRAYERS
A HOPELESS NOTHING WANTED TO BE NOT
ALONE SO UTTERLY ALIENATED AND ALONE
BUT A KISS FROM HEAVENLY TOUCH
A SIGH ESCAPES, EYES OPEN WIDE
SUFFEEING IS OURS TO FEEL
TO BE LOW ONLY TO BE HIGH
IN THE DARK ALLEY OF LIFE
LIFE IS TO LIVE AND THANK
BY SHOKAT HABIB
2/6/2011
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