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Vain Regret
 

Nursing self-delusion
Nurturing perfection
Chasing ideals
Patronizing risks
Tempting fate
Weaving dreams…
Oh, am I being
driven into a quandary
or wandering lost
in a realm of insanity?

Then farewell my deceitful mind,
It’s vain and fruitless to lament
which stings the soul,
No hope nor faith yield their fruit
Why then wallow in regret?


By Abdul_Malik

© 2019 Abdul_Malik (All rights reserved)

 

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