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.