Long dark nights

The nights are long
and dark
and silent.
People sleep,
or should.
But me?
My mind paces.
My mind hunts out
reasons
And finds silence.

There are things
I know
but don’t feel.
The intellect plays strange
games.
There are things I feel
but know
are false.
Emotions are fickle.
My heart wanders.

God,
I search.
The questions 
have answers 
only fit for Job.