The dark night of the soul

One of my latest poems.

At night when dark deeds come to play,

and when all sins don't wash away, 

and all the priest does is pray, 

for the blessing of a new bright day. 

At the night of sorrow and becoming despair, 

when the battle is nigh and never fair, 

and all the ghosts of the mind abide there, 

and all the paths and roads lead to nowhere. 

At the lonely night of forget, 

where true siblings never met, 

at the sad night of pain and regret, 

where the grim reaper may be waiting yet. 

On that most furious night cry high, 

that timeless souls never truly die,

and the flaming spirit does not lie, 

to endure life, we all must try. 

Author's Note

Felt like going a bit dark on this one.
All visits and reviews are deeply appreciated.
Thank you for taking the time to read my work.

Reviews

[carl]

Dedication and determination in spite of oppression, misfortune, and adversaries is always the best approach even if not the easiest avenue but encouraged by the truth of " timeless souls never truly die,
and the flaming spirit does not lie " make it possible - enjoyed your prospective - well done -carl

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Thank you Carl.
I agree with your words. Your visit and review are deeply appreciated. I am glad you enjoyed this poem.
Take good care friend.

[poetgurl]

I love that opening to this write, WOW!
This is quite a awesome write really, so full of truth on the matter.
Nicely written .

[Chris Shaw]

Sometimes, there is a comfort in darkness. We can hide there. During the darkest of hours all our ghosts and regrets are out to haunt us. They lose their power, the more often they come out. You end on a positive note. There is only forward. Good to read you again Ancient. Happy new year.

Chris

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Thank you so much Chris.
Happy new year. I am so glad for your visit and your review. Yes, forward is the way. I am happy you enjoyed this poem. Take good care friend.