My Monster

Should I spend one more sleepless night,

Wondering why we are here,

When others can't see a single light,

Upon this endless collage of fear.

Should I ask what is it I stand for,

When a blanket of doubt is in the way,

I try to push my way through the core,

But still I can't find day.

Should I cry when I see the suffering,

Of the endless number of poor,

I try but the pain is too much,

And cynicism laughs at my door.

Should I hate myself for doubting,

A freedom we fight to save,

I can't help but wonder,

Is everyone that naive?

So hate and doubt still linger,

So many nights in my soul,

Its grown into this monster,

I find difficult to control.

Yet inside this beating heart,

I still feel compassion for this human race,

Maybe this is a start,

Is hope still left in this place?