Crushed Poem by Ibn Ali

Crushed under the weight of sin
At times i think the sun flickered
But I just blinked
That's how lost in thought I get
I wish my heart to live
I will my whims resist
I'm not their master, nor their king
Excuses
Regret procures benediction
It's both prevention and cure for my affliction
That deed's already done, is it forgiven?
Know what's sought is yours
if you're sincere, repentant, monotheistic
If they read my catalogue of ills, they'd think You can't
I know You can
We're leaves on a tree, we saw the plight of those that fell before and thin stems that tether shows but small support
Love is not affirmed by speech
Of all means considered, this should be the least
We all concede to death and know it's near
How poorly we prepare