an old poem

why does the time affect me so
why can i not just let it go

since when was i one to sigh
my spirit is all i defy

how can i know if what i’ve done was right
i lack the certainty, that light

i hate to feel my heart so clenched
with worry it’s fully drenched

i can only call out
‘yaa rabb’, no doubt

only He can cure
that which is obscure

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