Plague
God, cure me of this disease,
A ever-lasting disease,
A disease of the heart,
A disease of the mind,
In which love-sick fools seem to linger,
I have looked far and wide,
For its end to come by,
God, how I wish this was a lie,
But now I'm amongst the infected,
Blindly, being by his side
God, forgive my sin,
The peace I once found in you
Has been conquered by him
Copyright © Eisha Shahzad | Year Posted 2024
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