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The Dark Night of the Soul

The Dark Night of the Soul

written by: Michael Balner

 

The dark night of the soul sets heavily in me,
as she binds my hands with her silken veil,
“Do not go gentle into that good night,”
I hear an echo of a long forgotten tale.

I wander through the city, the streets
are full of people, and yet, I am all alone.
How strangely estranged I have become,
here, in this place that I call home.

I’m looking for a silhouette of a friendly gesture,
a mere shadow of a casual nod, nothing more,
but it seems that the people passing by
can’t see me – surely, to them, I am just a ghost.

So I reach out to touch them, and I see horror
dancing in their eyes as they start to run;
in my mouth, a taste of warm flesh and blood,
I wonder – what a beast have I become?

Trust me, I do not go gentle into that good night,
the darkest, the emptiest of them all,
but I have come so far,
oh, so far and still,
I can’t see the end of it:
The dark night of the soul.

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