Haunting

The silence comes to taunt me
Like clockwork at the end of the day.
I've been talking to God more,
But lately I don't know what to say.

I've slipped into a strange comfort,
A serenity deep in my bones,
But these thoughts still whirl around
To torment me when I'm alone.

I've come so far, but lack so much,
I still feel like it's not enough.
Karma lies in wait for me and she whispers
"If you're gonna be stupid, you better be tough."