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In the Dark Night of the Soul

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In the blinding darkness
The silence is deafening
The bitter cold
Leaves the body numb

In the dark night of the soul
Walking a path of solitude
To my loneliness
I unwillingly succumb

Inaccurately perceived by those around me
I am left blind; they too cannot see

My words misunderstood as parts not their sum
I am now speechless; they are dumb

A sense of Deja Vu
I have been here before
Met your soul with the sole purpose
Of gaining wisdom

With catharsis comes exhaustion
An empty vessel of a soul
But a feeling of ultimate preparation
For whatever may come

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Your poetry is interesting because it becomes better toward the end as you describe your hopeful expectations. I would love to see a piece that dealt exclusively with that. Hopefulness in my work would be seem forced because I'm not hopeful....

Your poetry is interesting because it becomes better toward the end as you describe your hopeful expectations. I would love to see a piece that dealt exclusively with that. Hopefulness in my work would be seem forced because I'm not hopeful. That's why I play to my strengths and leave hope out, whereas it might suit you well.

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Wow! It is VERY interesting you should make this observation, Hennen! I am not sure I ever truly recognized this pattern which now appears so evident and prevalent in my work. I would like to be able to tell you that I am a hopeful person, but...

Wow! It is VERY interesting you should make this observation, Hennen! I am not sure I ever truly recognized this pattern which now appears so evident and prevalent in my work. I would like to be able to tell you that I am a hopeful person, but my work would suggest otherwise. I typically spend late nights penning my angst and desperation toward unrequited love. I think the hopeful bits are the farce of a cynic attempting to turn things around...unfortunately to no avail.

Namaste

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,you describe the 'weakness of the soul' so perfectly

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