Poetry for Tortured Minds

Is it strange or endearing...
that poems are what my pains are rearing?
I turn my tortured thoughts into works that can be bought.

But happiness cannot
find a home within my heart. 
Merely an inn,
A cinema even,
To witness the rainbows,
Then leave in a day or two.

Happiness cannot look upon the dark side
the way the dark can look upon happiness. 
Like a wolf relishing the struggles of its prey. 
The prey, keeping its eyes closed in fear of the problem before it.

Poems, I suppose,
Are my attempt to help the two combine. 
Perhaps, in my stories too?
I can't be sure.

But, I do know,
That with these works,
I can try to bring hope,
Maybe peace. 
Put other tortured thoughts at ease. 
Thinking, "There's another like me."

Author's Note

Day 18 of my May poetry prompts. Today's topic is: Tortured Thoughts. I wanted to write one discussing/portraying tortured thought processes in the piece but, I feel like I've written that before so, I stuck to my usual writing based on a quote that inspired a nice thought process for a piece.