Darkness Of The Soul

Darkness of the Soul - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tired and lonely Feels depressed utterly Nothing cheers Feels that he belongs Neither here nor there Dull, dark and pessimistic Everything appears As if passing through a parched desert Sorrows only Say not, he should bear it Meaning of life he searches Why he's here Whither goes from here My limbs fail My mouth is parched My body quivers I am not able to stand steady My brain is reeling Even a hero of a thousand fights Begins to suffer from nervous fright As his mind is agitated His consciousness is clouded Doubts, fears and anxieties All join to tear apart his mind Long ago he has made the choice Between good and evil But now seemingly he's torn Asunder by a conflict irresolvable He faces the classic dilemma As to act or not to act Agonizing over such perplexing situations Is only honest and conscientious people The battle here is not a fight Between armies but a war within a soul Life here on this earth is a battle This place is the plane of action This place is the plane of friction And the world of strife and contradictions And all of us must fight the good fight For the just cause and implication And we all pass through this phase Characterised as ‘the dark night of the soul'