Dark Night Of The Soul Poem by Helen Crutchett

Through the dark night of the soul
With no treasure maps to guide me
No helpful signs along the way
No hiding from that bird of gloom...

Through loneliness's grey shadings
Over starless and moonless slumbering
Under clinging shrouds of blackness
I have been one acquainted with the night...

When hope was adrift on sea tides
Witches rode on hideous brooms
In the dead of pitch night
I lost my way in a labyrinth of no ending...

Cold shivers ran down my spine
To a grave of skeletal memories
Of disillusionment and pain
The dark, haunting night of my Soul ~