The Valley (Single post)

Railing






I stand at the valley staring into the darkness, railing against the inevitable. I was the first of many, but the last of few. One to bring....one to take. One to destroy, one to restore. One, Two, or Four? The question has been made, who dares answer?

Love or hate...predestined fate?

Or self guided ship in sea of grief?

The question has been made, who dares answer?









The Intolerable



I over look the Valley, It has become so familiar to me and I know not what is to be done.



I hear your beguiling sneers, your words of death, to kill me, to rent me as cloth.

I cry in my quite places

To never be brought to light

I see a distant light

Fading or growing

The darkness comes over me

I see no light

Only pain

The comfort of that which I know

The betrayal of that which has always been there

To slay it

To stay it

From killing my soul

Light again

Only to reveal my tears, my pain?

Oh Lord where is your power?

Where is my conviction?

I need not of darkness

Be it banished

Yet not is this to be?

Darkness and pain

The words come back and rip into my heart……………..YOU ARE NOT AS WE

So you distance that which is different,

Better?

Stronger?

I do not threaten you?? Do I?

I see what cannot be seen.

Know what cannot be known.

I am what cannot be; yet here I stand.

Accused, abused, confused, and diffused.

I understand, which is my crime,

But in understanding am I confused as to why.

They are coming

They want to destroy all that is me

HE CAN NOT BE TOLERATED

I wish to know not

To see not

To be not

My prayers fall to the ground as empty

They are here

Lord save me

They thrust their accusations into me, piercing me

Blood flows from my wound

They look upon me as the deserving of my fate

More accusation and I am pierced again and again

Why?

Help?

Cold?

I want to feel.

To live

To be among the living, the normal, the accusers

Am I one of they?

Et to?

My soul grows cold

The words have done what is to be done

Darkness comes over me, cold, dieing, HELP.

I know again, in this dieing time, that my weakness is caring

Feeling what should be left unfelt

Helping what should be unhelped

In this time, I chose to die

Die a death of pain and murder at the hands of all I care for and of

Die a death of feeling and knowing.

Rather than live a life of ignorance and cold.

So I look into the eyes of my accusers, my murderers and shed my last tear

For they

My last breath saying it is OK

Et to?



The valley, the valley, my blood spills into the valley, into the darkness once again.













The Recendence



Blood stained ground

Valley of bones

Blood does feed it

Life reborn

They have left

Having done their deeds

To kill is for safely

To live is for fear

They came to take life

Take joy

Take skill

Instead they brought doom

To the heads of all they lay dear

For in the moment when vicious tear flesh

They see not it is

Of themselves they do kill

In my death they died

In their life I live

And again I ask the question

Do I threaten you? Surely I do not.

Malficient heap of mangled dumb

Speech of commons and slowness of tongue

Walk of simple

Run of the weak

How can this be?

This man of such weakness

Yet again

Here I am

Clumsily banging at the keys of this box

Begging for God to come and to change me

His message the same

I made you

It is you

All I wanted was to be loved and accepted

All I could do was to mumble and be spastic

Can I threaten you?

Surely not!

I have died a thousand times

A thousand ways

Each time

A little part of me

Not returning to life

A little part, will it be your part, dieing every day

So I stand up

Pulling the accusations out of me

Reliving the pain of being murdered one more time

Watching as my blood

Gives life to the dry bones of fear and ignorance

Hopefully giving them the life I lost

So that one-day they too can walk

No longer being the dry bones of fear

But the beast of security and knowledge

The pain is so real

So strong

So irrelevant

So I chose to put it away from me, as it never happened



I look out over a blood stained valley

Unsure what happened here

They are walking away in the distance

I must run and catch they

They might like my company with them.

For surely

Man as I am

I do not threaten them.



















Original work by:

Jeremy D. Breaux