Dark Night of the Soul

Dark night of the soul questions our life role. Echoes return not; our heart is fear fraught. Plateau after peak is what makes us weak. Plunged in an abyss, we feel not God’s bliss. Having been and seen heaven’s pastures green, outer world mundane now drives us insane. We’ve been there, done that but now the curve’s flat, so our heart contracts as God’s light retracts. How may we begin, feeling thus hemmed in, unable to pair, as darkens despair? Adding to our woes, nobody else knows, what we’re going through, bereft of bliss dew. Burden of love’s loss is a heavy cross we carry alone; soul stripped to the bone. 03-August-2022 Notes: https://lonerwolf.com/the-dark-night-of-the-soul/ HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar Strong Emotions Poetry Contest Sponsor: Emile Pinet Emotions: Despair, Fear