Fuming

Hitting the match on the mark

Pulling in the deep breath

Fuming to the box

Bursting at the brim

It calls me, the rage within

Unable to comprehend

Fall into my knees

Devastate my soul

Unable to believe

Wanting nothing but the flame to desire more

Ready myself

Taking thy right, striking is insanity

Freaking out, wanting the mania to consume

The rage goes on

This is not me

I am conquered by my nafs

Jihad against the mental illness

Where to go from here?

Broken beyond the mend

What will I recommend?

To have skills to acquire

Are worthless unless you inquire

For it be skills before pills

But can these skills overcome the rage

As it goes on within my heart

I want nothing but to die

But here I am with my jihad

Fighting against my every being

Darkness is here and near

A light may come knocking

Open that door

Bring in the Noor

Serenity is what is needed

For God to grant me serenity

So I can have the courage to change

Knowing that the wisdom will bring me far

To conquer the Nafs

To bring in light

To fight the rage

To sip on serenity

For I am free

To choose my destiny