This is a poem of my experience of dark energy.

Before the Retreat

My thoughts tumble in the wind tunnel
of my mind:
Where is God?
Where is peace?
Falling into the abyss, I'm almost
over the edge, one unkind word short
of insanity, the cold hard edge
of non-love twists my heart like
a knife wound. I am under a dark cloud
on land once beautiful, or the illusion of
beauty, once a place for butterflies and flowers.

The dark bear of threat now lurks in the forest,
full of dead branches and fallen limbs,
rotted stumps lying on park-like property,
the owner dumping mud on the beauty
of green grass and my own inner light.

A curse hangs over this place I once lived
and I am the final recipient. I let that curse go
into the ether, watching the black smoke
flow upward. I try to erect a firm fence line
to keep future demons out, but negative
energy forces me out anyway.

My prayer lifts to the heavens:
bring me light, God, bring me light.