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An Angel's Plight


AN ANGEL'S PLIGHT



Racing through, headlong into the darkness,
No reason to lighten the heavy brow.
Encompassed by noise, disease and madness,
While in unsteady hands lies a stretched bow.

Though I am sure to miss the devil's mark,
I'm obsessed with a burning desire
To let go, let my arrow pierce the shark
And watch the villainous world burn in fire.

Pause! take a moment and let me restrain
This hand chiseled in the Almighty's name.
Must I sin and have my wings plucked in vain
Only to play the devil at his game?

Racing through, headlong into the darkness,
A heart yearning for rays of forgiveness.


- Maryam Kaleem

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