Have you felt the pull of the Black Gate?

 

Have you felt the pull of the Black Gate?

Have you been devastated by a deep betrayal or loss?

Do you live in a kind of spiritual limbo, longing for something that will never return?

An unspoken truth for the unfortunate many:

Walking around single.

After a painful breakup when utmost trust has been broken, and life seems to never be the same.

The Black Gate is a mournful reflection on the pain of lost love, emotional devastation, and the numbness of living with heartbreak and depression.

The speaker, a “lost soul,” wanders through emotional purgatory, hoping for love's return or an end to the psychological suffering.

Neither of which will come.

It’s a raw and vulnerable expression of what it's like to carry deep grief, mixing spiritual language with personal anguish. 

The metaphor of purgatory is used to describe a life where the pain doesn’t quite kill you, but it never lets you live freely either.

Where one is caught between Heaven and Hell.

Have you felt this visceral sense of purgatory in your life when all seems lost?

Title.

The Black Gate.

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you too felt the hungry pull of the Black Gate

Has love real love now cheap love broken you too, and is it too late 

With reflection 

In this, the midnight hour

I light a white candle for the one who once had me, totally under her power

Like French marionette

Driven by loves powerful desires

For us, The Almas Perdidas

The Lost Souls, maybe like you 

The leftbehinders who wallow and wade through griefs tiring deep waters

With a broken heart after love says farewell and you can't sleep 

To then become new drinkers from Depressions deep well

Praying love returns with a ring of a lone bell

To see true love once more and say

Stay, please

Don't go away and melt my heart again 

Stay and put me under your spell so we are no longer torn apart

But like all pilgrims seeking God, in their own particular way

We know the bell will never ring

We know our hearts will never fully heal or honestly sing 

So we live in a living version of Purgatory 

Dying with each breath of decay we take, as we watch and wait for our call

To join others, now living in Purgatory

Beyond the dreaded Black Gate

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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