The Crest Of Pain

This isn’t some manipulative or suicidal note

This is what a Soul of souls wrote

Knew it when I first laid eyes on your springy curls

Your sparkling eyes pouring forth fairy dust whirls

Dampened earth wood trunks dripping milky pearls

Without being in her heart by my side, life just isn’t worth living

Pardon me God, I really thought you were ever forgiving

Please take me away now Lord - to lay

She’s become content for her sake

To destroy me in this way

Making the heart crack and break

Each night and every day

If on this night of sorrow and solitude I should die away

On the morning of Judgment day, what will she say?

It’s from الله