Help Me Poem by Thomas Howe

I toss and turn
The more I think the more I burn
What should I do with this thought
Answers, not question, I should have sought
What to do with my life
I have to beat this strife
I will be consumed by the night
Unless someone shows me the light
I am a prisoner of my mind
It has me in a bind
My heart has lost control
My mind taken my soul
Evil or Good, I am about to embark
On a path that seems so dark
Please help me, Please help me