Devil In me.

During Ramadan, I can't help but realize what came over me. I haven't prayed like how a Muslim should be praying. I wrote this poem out of resentment.

I lay in bed, thoughts drifts in black space.

My heart and feelings drifts and dies away to a suffocating place.

Past mistakes that twists my soul merciless and never releases.

I wasn't as loyal I should be, this discomfort continues to increase.

He has me restrained breathless and I couldn't be set free.

This devil inside me who feeds off my sufferings that screams in me.

The keys to this prison is just the prayer of 5 acts.

Fajr, Thuhr, Asr, Maghrib, Esha are the keys that I regretfully lacked.

My prison continues to grow a lock for every key that I threw away.

I scream silently while the devil in me has made his visit to a permanent stay.

"Leave me alone," I plead in my heart praying he'll just leave me be.

"Too late," he says. "You're mine for choosing to throw away the keys."