Let your mind be freed

The Dark Night of the Soul

Where doubt takes its toll

As thoughts begin to roll

spun out of control

Wrestling with darkness

Leaves one in a mess

The mind does compress

As it will depress

A hell hole the devil prepares

dancing and declares

A victory but then he stares

Unraveling his snares

Appearing is a glimmer of light

Dispelling the night

Depart hopelessness and fright

A hero came to fight

The mind unwinds at command

darkness sinks in quicksand

Tossed by a nail scarred hand

Satan has been banned

Stephen Boan

copyright 4/8/22