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?