Troubled Thoughts

His life has been consumed by the darkness of night.
No one he knows can bring back that sweet light.

He conceals his heart, his soul, and his fears.
He keeps hidden his dreams, his love, and his tears.

He screams out his torture and anger to all,
But there's no one to hear his longing call.

He searches for the truth that will give him relief,
But his faith lies only in troubled beliefs.

He holds no wish or desire to continue.
He believes life is worthless and that he is too.

He desires understanding, guidance, and peace.
One day perhaps his sorrows will decrease.

But at the time being his frustration prevails.
When it will end, only time will tell.

Copyright © 2000 by Shana Wilson

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