The Repenter (Short-Poem)

The Repenter

Down down down hill

I find myself still

Cry, cry until I die

What a shock, no one cares

But for me, the Almighty will

Save my empty soul, O' Allah!

The bitter days that overtook me

Shattered me into pieces like a broken glass

O' Allah you are the only One

I break down to prostrate and turn to you completely

I know I'm rich that everyone envy

But deep down I feel utterly poor and lonely

I raise up my hands and beg for your forgiveness

I promise that the hands I raise up high

Will do nothing but good in this world

I will feed the poor,

the orphans,

and the people that I never look up to 

In my thirty years of living 

Now my very soul is breathing 

I don't have to depend upon anyone anymore

All I have got is You, O'Allah!