Through The Valley

Slowly treading
through the territory
on border of broken souls.
The sign read "Turn Around,
No Tears Past The Gate,"
But, this gate was not a pictorial from a precious moments Bible,
No.

The ground like shattered shells pierce and score my feet!
I cry and scream at the very crest of my lungs
only to hear a small whimper escape!
Can't you hear me!

Why do I keep going?
I don't know.
When I know only misery paves the path I meander.
The sound one so effortless,
from my belly to my lips, is sewed
by the friends of the damned.


I have been grabbed at by the remnants of
The bastards who lay down and call themselves
men to many times. My body is weak and broken
I still turn around to them.
These demons seem to be alive, but in their eyes they are dead and soulless!
And, in me I carry what they desire.

I bear the scares.
I am still past the gate walking.
I dare unlike others to continue the crossing through the valley of the shadow.
Some light is left in my eyes.
Some tears are left in me.
Oh yes, this place steals your tears to create it's oceans.

I only ask one thing;
When I complete my journey
that I be strong enough to heal my own wounds.
To then reach up to cut the string that seals my mouth.
That I sing,
and if I ask,
that you carry me the rest of the way
home.

Very nice write!! Beautiful!!