lonely endeavor

Dark

When the beauty of night combs over the city and society fades.
When light becomes light.
When the moon rises and the stars sparkle on a black plain.
When the animals hide.
That my friend is when we lay in our beds.
When we prepare for the next daily tedious acts-of tomorrow. Regretting, analyzing our past.
These nights I lay awake.
Crying.
The loneliness gets to me.
I begin to think of those who are being held.
The children resting for school.
The love a mother has. A love a husband has.
Love is being sprayed in the air every minute every second, every day.
Yet when it's time for my head to lay.
For a blanket to wrap me, I begin to wonder why no love is with me.
Why am I unlovable and alone?
What is wrong with me?
And when the thoughts come to take the peace of night. I begin to wonder where my escape is.
Who will be my peace?