[poem] IT WASN'T ME

A bitter on my hold anger
 
My anxiety united with tears
 
Rusted away the artery of happiness
 
Aura of love is fading as the cold night
 
The previous boomed taste was red
 
Now goes crashing drizzle rain
 
The drizzle soaking up the debris
 
Destroy the aesthetic palace
 
Devastated my little world
 
Herding soften dark elegy
 
Like a storm in the early morning
 
Through the trail without end
 
Ran but could not find the mystery
 
The secrets of Allah yet to achieved
 
But I feel grace without limit