9.35PM. More poeting?

Darkness arrives, thine self decayed,
Worn soul, worn mind.
Another day has passed by,
Slaving tasks, ended it has.

Longing for home, longing for comfort,
A beauty's rest, is all thy seek.
A little mirth, also a gain,
to comfort one, for the days ahead.

Missing people, missing laughter,
For "why thy ask", thine say these letters.
Unknown answers, "thou answers back",
Joy no more, the soul felts.

Rest and peace, is caused thy seek,
"thou knows the answers", the lords spoke,
abandons calling is thy own,
bear its pain, thy must.

Ponders more, sins done,
Rest not, the soul and body,
visions seen, words heard,
hellish torture, the souless endures,
wishing, thy journey's ends.

Patients endure, the clocks ticks,
longing for home and rest,
to seek joy in rest, for thy weary soul longs endure,
for more slaving the next morn.