Frustrations

Sometimes

I scream late at night in my head

In vain to release the frustrations

And I find no solace in the knowledge and lore

That is at the heart of my coping with life

And though

I try to be not a sinner

I am yet a slave to temptation

Sometimes

I cry when

I look at the world

And watch it rushing hastily by

Without but a glance at my wretched self

Unconcerned with anguish and pain

A speck in the void, a fleeting cloud on the wind

I can't preserve even a second of love

But is it too late,

Lord, help me not to hate

And to show the world that true sincerity lives