Nighttime Turmoil

Nighttime’s darkness keeps me captive.

A prisoner of the clock that keeps ticking.

The traffic of my thoughts is very active.

My sanity is slowly slipping.

As I lie awake, doubts and fears begin.

Preventing me from a moment’s peace.

All the darkness held within,

memories that I can’t release.

Oh, how I wish for rest at last.

A break from my conflicted heart.

The reason I hid behind a mask,

my truth was denied from the start.

The world outside was silent,

but looked at me with evil eyes.

How can others be so violent?

Bibles in hand, they shouted lies.

They preached about a God of love,

while condemning me to hell.

I sought answers from above,

shedding the tears that fell.

I longed for freedom to be myself.

To believe in a God of love.

Comfort for the pain I have felt,

So, my soul can rise above.

This fight has been never-ending,

Like nighttime that has no morning.

When can I stop pretending?

That my life was not storming.

Riven