Sorrow for living

I don't sleep well
with my restless mind
and heavy heart.
My last refuge
has been stolen,
except when breath is spent
after sex.
Eternal waves of emotion
drip over me
and I,
I want to hide.
This condition
Oh SO HUMAN!
has grown too much
for me.
These laws,
where up
can only be up,
and there is simply
good and wicked
and the neccessity
of desire.
The creation
of artificial light,
luminous halos
chasing down the damned.
Those who hide
in darkness,
the chambers
of their hearts
and minds
filled with secrets
dragged into the light.
Revealing pain
upon pain
and the weakness
of men.
And I am
but one
of many.