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    In the Dark Nigh of the Soul
    In the Dark Nigh of the Soul
    In the Dark Nigh of the Soul
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    In the Dark Nigh of the Soul

    By Randyl Saderup

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    Poems that were written during the time of my fathers death.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateFeb 18, 2017
    ISBN9781365767234
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      In the Dark Nigh of the Soul - Randyl Saderup

      In the Dark Nigh of the Soul

      In the DARK NIGHT of the SOUL

      By Randyl Saderup

      COPYRIGHT 2016 BY RANDY SADERUP

      All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

      First Printing: 2016

      ISBN 978-1-365-76723-4

      Published by DogLoon Press

      595 South Royal Crest Circle

      Unit 12

      Las Vegas Nevada 89169

      KATABASIS.

      1.

      Remembering blue eyes

      The shine

      In that gaunt face

      Desperate

      Large and hoping

      A beautiful face

      That look;

      That frightened look

      Cuts into skin

      Like a knife had opened

      The inner sanctums of a hidden heart.

      Not to worry

      Nor forget

      How could he

      Not wish to hold on

      To this?

      Feelings separate

      In his head

      eyes like that drag you down

      Because he looked too deep

      Too often

      She was sinking

      And he could see his reflection

      Falling into

      The cavern,

      It was an Indian summer

      Mysteriously

      He should have stayed

      He should have looked a little deeper.

      Ruthlessly killing

      That light,

      With a word,

      I don’t understand

      Come with me

      He said no.

      Wasn’t strong enough

      Wasn’t smart enough

      Wasn’t cold enough

      Goodbye

      Lasting minutes

      Days years

      She never broke down

      Never cried.

      She was tough

      Loving that was more important than anything else.

      She drove away

      All her things in the car

      He stood watching

      The tires kicking up the

      Indian summer dust

      The evening closing in

      Around Monarch butterflies in the air.

      He should have

      Went with her

      He should have followed.

      2.

      My dad calls on the phone…

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