#darknightofthesoul
I have experienced
“The Dark Night of the Soul”
Twice in my life, now.
One night, with a bottle of ‘Tussin
When I slept in my car,
Waking with the peep of morning light.
Last night, with a fiistfull of words
Carefully placed
To keep the creeps away.
©2026Ellen Finn
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 8:21 AM UTC
When your voice is drowning in an endless sea of chatter, and your life has been reduced to ash and sorrow -
in your darkest hour, in your blackened thoughts, at the end of the spectrum, there lies the tipping point;
the plunge into darkness or the ascent into light.
Jun 4, 2022
Jun 4, 2022 at 12:21 AM UTC
I sing the song of a withering rose,
who’s petals have lost the light of their beauty
and the attention of their beloved gardener.
Heaven has abandoned me and
shut its crystal gates before my face.
The radiant sun has betrayed me,
for it no longer fills me up with
the essence of life.
Now it only seeks to accelerate
the loss of my grace.
I’ve lost the affections of the wind and
every bee in this dreadful garden has
forgotten the sweetness of my love.
The drums of my ears can no longer
tune to the gentle song of this loving Earth.
The frigid echoes of Death are all I hear
Whispering
“Embrace me, for I am near.
Embrace me, for I am here.
Embrace once again, for I have left..”
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 12:35 PM UTC
I find myself within the darkest night
One with inescapable pain
And rocks chipping me away
I am in the dark night of the soul
One of the worst times in my life
I wonder how the moon ever looked bright
'Will I ever come out of this night?'
'I don't really know'
My mother told me when I was thirteen years old
I was already tired of life
Worn down to a crackling wire
That sparks to the touch
I'm dangerous to those who know me
And even those who don't, know enough
I'm trapped in the dark night of the soul
Can someone please open a window?
The dark night of the soul
Envelopes me in its embrace
Smiles as it kisses my face
'Hush,' she says,
'Everything will be okay'
But I have run from this night that has taken me, hostage
I have escaped this cage of the day unlit
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 1:38 AM UTC
A poem can find a dark soul at night
The rebirth I had after I sat with my plight
The demons I held onto and encompassed me with their wings
Spoke of wild, dark, and wicked things.
And I felt warm there
I felt raw
Like an ice sculpture exposed to the sun.
Slowly waiting to thaw.
Or a cocoon forgotten in winter,
Made it to spring
I climbed out of my cocoon when I put down that drink.
I spread my wings when I had enough,
Enough of men who used me to feel tough.
And I flew high above the clouds
Right before my death I looked right into my shadow.
And she said, “I’ll see you again”
“You’ve won this fight, but not the battle”
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 1:20 AM UTC
Clothed, I, in robes,
Sanctified by charcoal deities;
Widowed of this world,
And as yet unborn;
Mourn the galloping pulse,
Of the passing night divine.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 5:21 PM UTC
when in the midst
of the most bitter
winter
oh dark night
of the soul
i
bow to you
still
for
how else
would i know
spring?
©2016janetaylor
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 6:19 AM UTC
come hither
bring the next epiphany
tho’ it may be shrouded
in the darkest night of soul
‘tis too exquisite
not to know
the wisdom folded
within
©2016janetaylor
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
*eking out the ultimate gasp in my last breath of impulsion
i collapse without a touch of grace at race's end
how i made it i will never know
dazed and in bewilderment
i reminisce upon my journey
an aggregation of barricades assailed me
with iniquitous decadent delight
seeming to writhe in triumph at my possible demise
capitulating as it devoured and spewed me out the other side
i humbly reassembled fragments of my near annihilation
temporarily rehabilitated
i recommenced the toilsome climb
to the treasured peak atop the mount
when in would come the tempest with its furor
and render me asunder
mere exhaustion is not the word
for death experienced recurrently
ground to mulch and back again
screaming, pleading, surrendering
proved futile as i newly met the same demise
near incapacitation i miraculously emerged
and scraping pulled myself with broken heart and bones
scratching my way through the darkness
toppling at the pinnacle
to victory's end
with exhilaration it dawns on me
the long dark night is over
i passed the test to realize
it is not the finish line
but only the beginning
©2016janetaylor
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC
Though phantoms may be howling at the edges of my mind
Ripping away gobs of flesh until my soul lies exposed
Rotting off my skull, hanging loose from my tired bones
Whilst the terrifying multitude of my unseen fear
Hath become like the vile, gnashing teeth of night's Reaper
As I bare witness to the demons rising and writhing
Within the silver pool of my own lean, haunted reflection
Yet I cannot turn away; Even in my darkest hour
I must summon the courage to stay; For this is my reckoning.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC