Heart of Darkness By MuslimBrother92 When I’m down I feel depressed. I feel as if I’m being oppressed. I try hard to come out of the dark. And that is when I look at my heart. My heart is attached to something small, And this is what has made me fall. I try to get up but I cannot, I am stuck on this dark spot. I work hard for this little thing, And I have made it my everything. I try to look past the consuming darkness, But I cannot see through its pure blackness. All this is from this little thing, And now I could feel the painful sting. Although I have this life I shall miss out, I’ll miss out on Jannah while I burnout. I say I’m working for this religion, But that is nothing but a sad illusion. The truth is I’m working for myself, To buy and buy, to please oneself. So now I should wake up to true reality, And really commit to my obliged duty. Because if I don’t I will be punished, And in the end I would have perished. The little thing that caused all this to spring, Was nothing but the dunya, Wrapped up like a ring.