If you fight it: it grows greater. You ignore it: it comes back
And threatens to overwhelm you, drowning you in lightless black.
Then the colour leaches from your life. You grimly struggle on.
And you wonder: is it worth it? Have I lost? Drawn even? Won?
You are broken: and life’s pieces mock you. Were you sometime whole?
Were you ever in the sunlight? Does this Dark Night of the soul
Just continue on forever? Or is somewhere there a light
That can lead you out of darkness, from this bleak and starless night?