As I lay in the dark
and sleep eludes my eyes,
my mind is restless
and the moon like a ghostly-silver orb
in the darkened sky
above my bed of rocks,-
looks at me gloomy and somber.
When I in a deluge of thoughts
tossing me like a turbulent sea,
mercilessly wrenching my soul,
I, looking within for answers:
“Why did I do that, why,
Why I in a stupor of carnal passion,
I didn’t stop?”
Why did I betray my thoughts, my yearnings?
My inclinations, raw, going
against every everything I believe, -
Who shall save me from myself,
Who shall save me from my demise?