Spirit breaks at home along with love mingled with innocence.
Love births something contrary!
Breeding ground it is, breeding bottled anger, unforgiving solace.

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Resurrection

Hath it not been hard caging vexed anger?
Halt a pace, hold that lot,
Hone the edges of their hollow thought.
I am a heathen of the method of followed flow
A criminal to sobriety
A pagan at the law
Where do they draw the lines?
Their lines blur into reality and drip onto the hearts.
It is malady that is a sweet melody to them! 

Afnan Bintey Helal is a graduate of  English Literature and Linguistics from the East West University.