These tears are familiar to me,
during the span of the sleepless nights,
they make their presence known.

I'm scared.
I pull the covers over me and
there's only darkness.
I chant His name and
pray for this place to become holy.

I'm tormented.
A tired soul.
A wounded spirit.
I've only tried my best.
Whatever that was.

I continue reciting the Name.
Like a child without a parent,
I seek direction.
Dictation
I take down the words
I hear in my head.

A weird structure.
A confused guy.
I need to work harder.
I need to work faster.

I know not what I say,
I know now what I mean.
Wordplay
It's fun and takes me out
of my own self-awareness.

Honesty
that's all that ever mattered.
I write to myself.
Use your words wisely.
Let them speak.
Let them express for you.
Let them flow and
flow with them.
Go with the dream,
go with it.