There is a dark place deep within my soul
It takes me to places that I don’t want to go
It overrides my self control
A curse from hell is all I know
The truth however was yet to be known
The truth could be seen only in the light
The light was shone
And the truth was found
There is no dark place within my soul
Only untreated wounds
Septic and sore with pain unbearable
I met the surgeon of the soul
Skilled with a scalpel to heal wounds new and old
He treated the wounds and cleaned them out
Still painful to touch but dressed to cure
As time has passed the wounds have healed
Yet I bear the scar for all to see
A reminder of the lie I once believed
There is no dark place in my soul and there never really was.
The 1st verse of this came to me years ago, I intended it to be a dark & angry song, some sort of confession as to why I was the way I was. However like most of the songs I should have written the past 15 years it never came to be. I am particularly glad this one didn’t though, because this lie held me in bondage for far too long.
I decided today to put the rest of the words to it. I think I’ll call it a poem, I don’t know the rules for calling things poetry, but for me if it was or could be a song but does not yet have music, them its poem enough.