My Ailments Poem by Ibn Ali

I've made many wrong decisions in life,
Turned left at each forked path,
Made good judgement an enemy of mine,
Procrastination my other half,
God given gifts I've squandered,
May God forgive my slumber,
If these hands had mouths for speaking,
I'd fear the speech they'd speak with,
This tumour in my breast,
Wanton and self obsessed,
Blackened by the actions and the deeds I most regret,
When the darkness is intense,
And the sun retreats under sheets of satin blue,
With soul in lieu I welcome sleep as a minor death,
When regained I wake with purposeful intent,
What remains?
Memories, never forgotten, seem rotten,
Destroying the dream,
But the good and bad alike are an amalgamation of me,
Take from me what you need,
Then love me like you'll never leave,
Can't help to feel alone,
Sometimes that's where I wanna be,
Longing for the one I seek,
Willing her to come to me.