Burdens

Silent shadows speak my name
Whispered voices in the dark
Haunting words.
Static chords.
Something that words will not convey
Cries.
Chokes.
Horrid hands around my neck
Suffocating.
This standing pressure
In endless measure
Takes me.
Breaks me.
Again and again.
My sins, my wrongs
Stain my songs.
My pale hands,
Nailed Yours.
But still You hear.
I'll fall-
but in Your arms.
You'll catch me though I know it not.
I'll cry bitter lonely tears
And as they trickle meeting the ground,
I'll feel You have gone.
But have You?
Or have I?

The Silent Ones

A bit needs re-wording but I felt like posting anyway.

They stand
Alone.
Captive to what
conveys such
Says much
Whispers in the darkest night
Silently breaking
Me down again
But none will
Ever
Know.

Tears and words mesh to one
Resolve not to be undone.
This silent existence
The lone resistance.
Silence speaks louder than words
But who will heed it's call?

A faint smile (a silent plea)
Hiding writhing agony.
Black wrist bands.
Clasped cold hands.
Children wronged,
Whispered songs.

What is alone?
Silent noises.
Muted voices.
Silent screaming
No one heeding.
Quiet eyes
Telling lies.

A whispering silence
Invades.
Pervades.
A bloodless violence
Is violence still.

Love's Lost Lament

A whispering silence suffuses cold air
A crystalline picture of death.
A marred-winged creature falters still there
The ice of cold steals her breathe.

Blood drips in crimson pool at her feet
Bathing snow white in red.
A frozen tear slips down scarred cheek,
A whispered murmur for the dead.

Vivid blue skies of tear-stained eyes
Stare languid at long distant past.
Cruel love became her impending demise,
And forsakes as she breathes her last.

Upon her lips
A dead lovers kiss,
The touch of some by-gone flame.
A ghostly hand.
A broken band,
Death creeps ebbing life to claim.

A crumpled form.
A freezing storm.
Winter shall claims its own.
There she lies.
As love's promise dies,
The maid who will never be known.

Decades gone.
Now speaks red dawn
Where her corpse once lay.
For there yet grows
A blackened rose
All bruised heart could say.

The Bitterest Truths

Only with the realization of the monster inside can we cling to our salvation.

The bitterest truths are left untouched
They scare and they dare
Leaving us alone,
wanting, desperate
Cutting us as knives,
leaving us broken
So we look away
We fail to see
but most of all
We fail to know
For the truth, the bitter truth,
is that there is no hope
The hope we cling to
Hard and long
Is but illusion
Full of riches and gold
But a lie nonetheless
The bitterest truths are left untouched
For they destroy dreams
Mirrors reflect but the mask-
Hiding
Concealing
Who you are:
A monster
A coward
A liar
Nothing.
The bitterest truths are left untouched
They wreak havoc on a lying world
They reveal the monster
Inside
A heart of sin
Lost
In the Dark
The Monster we can't face
And so Truth will stand
Alone
And without her, Hope ceases to be.

Trapped

For those trapped within their sin

I don’t know, I don’t care
I’m locked away and don’t know where
My fingers—they grasp! amid blood and tears
Screaming. Moaning. Yet no one hears
All is lost, why do I try?
Hope whispers faintly, I spurn its lie
How could this happen? Why didn’t I see?
This pit of lead, right in front of me.
For I have writ a thousand words to hide
Alas! But in vain, for this cage lives inside

I fear the dark, I feared the light
I feared of being revealed
But trapped inside this horrid night
I fear being left concealed

I want to escape, I want to live!
What is this darkness that my will should give?
Why should I succumb to this terrible fate?
If death has come, it will be too late.
But then in horror and disgust
I find my name amid the dust
This prison is my own, all mine!
I placed these bars, created the grime
This black woe stems from none but me
I’ve made the lock but not a key.

Clash

The clash between what we feel as guilt and what is Truth

Left in sorrow, devoid of joy
I lie here once again
A foolish plaything, a broken toy
A seeping blackness within

Coward. Fool. This weight is your own
It will not go away
Despite the tears, the wails, the moans
This vivid black will stay
All I touch turns to ash
All I do will fail
All I attempt eludes my grasp
All vibrant has gone pale
Can light exist in such a state?
Can stars stop the infinite black?
Can hope hope to permeate?
Or will this barbed gate keep holding me back?

I thought I could trust, I thought I could grasp
All the promises given to me
But the broken image in the marred glass
Has only itself to blame and to be

I can’t hold on, my fingers break
They grasp at air while I suffocate
No one knows, and no one shall
Has Truth failed and come too late?

Is there hope for such as I?
Is there Truth indeed?
Can I learn to fight the lie?
Or will despair succeed?
I want to reach and find the light
I know the truth within
But what I feel clouds what I know
When will this turmoil end?

Nienna

She dwells alone. She is acquainted with grief, and mourns for every wound that Arda has suffered in the marring of Melkor. So great was her sorrow, as the Music unfolded, that her song turned to lamentation long before its end, and the sound of mourning was woven into the themes of the World before it began. But she does not weep for herself; and those who hearken to her learn pity, and endurance in hope. Her halls are west of West, upon the borders of the world; and she comes seldom to the city of Valimar where all is glad. She goes rather to the halls of Mandos, which are near to her own; and all those who wait in Mandos cry to her, for she brings strength to the spirit and turns sorrow to wisdom. The windows of her house look outward from the walls of the world. (The Silmarillion, Chapter 2, "Valaquenta")