Weeping soul

I have a problem that I dare not speak. When I close my eyes and rest my head, something crawls among my still bed. Sneaking above my motionless body, the spirit finds me like a spout. I pour out with grief, sorrow fills an aching heart for things I’ll never know. I cry and sweat for hours into the night. Dark clouds cover happiness; making it a blur. Feelings of sadness are all the mind stirs. I sleep, the spirit subsides, it lets me rest my wondering eyes. I wake the next morning. I Don’t know why I weep. I faintly remember why I couldn’t sleep. This is a problem you dare not speak. For when I close my eyes and rest my head, the spirit comes along and lays beside my bed. So every night before I sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep, but I still wonder why my soul does weep.