On My Own

I feel like im in mourning.
Something in me has died.
Its been dead for quiet sometime,
and I've just realized it.
It's like the flame in me has extinguished,
blown away by a breeze that came from nowhere.
Now and then there are sparks,
that comes and go away every so often.
Seldom a flame ignites,
nevertheless, it burns for just a little while.
I eat and sleep and pray,
wishing for the pain to go away,
like watching the waves washing the traces of our feet in the sand,
that is what I am like.
Killing the hours,
dreading for the day when I'll become myself again.
I am neither here nor there,
I am looking at myself but i can't seem to see me,
I can hear, but i can't seem to listen.
Nothing is wrong, and yet everything is not right.
Ya Allah, what can i do?
Please guide me, give me wisdom and will,
so that i can get through the days.
Spare me the hardships and trials,
help me triumph in life and love.
I do not wish to fail and perish,
but instead i want to succeed and achieve greatness.
For life without love is nothing,
without family, without friends,
we will be just another.