Submitted by : Noona on Youth

I’m in a conflict of the mind as I crave, yearn and wish to stop time;
And go back to the self I gave away so easily when everything was fine.
And everything was so blessed, in a sense so free from stress;
When love was on my mind and my eyes blind from the mess,
I was creating, breathing in and suffocating; and the fault is mine. Alone,
I will stand to attest to every moment, every breath, I spent not seeking;
The knowledge my soul desired, so deeply, to possess,
When it yelled and I was too needless to stop and just listen;
Because I was heedless, ignoring the silence of my compass.
As it struggled to repel the forces of my immorality,
Somehow believing I was in a state of immortality; taking it in jest
But now I am ready to confess and now I am ready to repent;
And to Allah is the rest – for it is He who knows best,
What my heart does conceal and what my heart does feel
As I, take to the ground and I kneel; and I pray that it’s not too late,
For this heart to heal.