Sad

Looking back,
confidence I lack.

The ways I passed,
to infinity it stretched.

looking on scale,
turn I pail.

scaling the covered ways,
arises the hues and cries.

looking forward,
turn I coward.

next to me the end of way,
yes, the grave of clay.

looking calm,
where I am.

it urges me to amass,
virtues in mass..

by shafeeqrahman rahman

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