Dark Night of the Soul

 

In the dead of the night

When the sadness is haunting you

It’s a dark night of the soul

 

At the break of the day

Strangers can not comfort you

Still a dark night of the soul

 

Nothing offers you peace

A restlessness is stirring in you

No one understands you

Alone as you face your truth

Still haunted by your darkened soul

 

Where do hero’s go to cry

Even the brave question why

 

I can feel tragedy holding me down drowning me

An aching emptiness is ripping through me scaring me

Disassociation to preserve my bleeding heat, hold on

Life is found in the dance between your

darkest fears and deepest desires

 

Where do hero’s go to cry

Even the brave question why

 

-Kylie Jane Playford-

2016