Passages

A tale of a journey through Hell

My personal belief is that at one time or another we all encounter a serious crisis within our soul. It's pain carries emotional and physical distress. Of course there are true friends whom are also your confidants. Even those so trusted few can only extend so much. In the end no one can really bring you out of it but yourself. When facing that defining moment, there is only you alone and the passage you must walk.

The Decent     The Trial     The Sentence     The Pardon


Passages
The Decent

Sudden blow, thrown into a deadly twisting skid
Panicked, world turns completely upside down
Control factor zero, wall coming up fast
Calm realisation of the ominous truth
No escape, no reprieve, fear melts away

Hypnotic stairway spiralling down into nothingness
First step, second step, foot before foot, faster
Loose stone breaks away, balance lost
Staggering, stumbling, pitched into the black
Descending ever down, spinning free fall

Jarred to a shattering bone aching halt
Bent and bleeding, ragged and torn
Will to rise against the dark broken
Desire to dream, attain dreams, gone
Reeling, faltering struggle, hands upon knees,

Crying;
Tears for pain, tears for dissolution

Somewhere from within the deep distant dark
Haunting hollow voice wails, echoes, beckons
Calling, pleading through tears, no answer returns
Compunction, contrition, penitence, God’s bane’s
Search demanded for the sake of the soul

Wending ones solitary muddled way
Aimlessly faltering through dim inert passages
Surrounded by incessant roaring silence
Self absorption, consternation, distress
No room remains for consideration

Constant raging mind fever
Lightning like, sordidly, recollections flash
Images fork, strike, bury in the heart
Why surreptitiously transposed itself
Now a completely consuming why not

Crying;
tears for loneliness, tears for loss

Walls muffle, absorb, each numbly taken step
Fated to travel this under worlds passages alone
Darkest thoughts, chained to self despair
Gloom impermeable, light is for the living
Unstoppable reflection upon unforgivable sin

Shrouded emotion, freed to feed upon itself
Unsounded screams reverberate along the minds corridor
Inner voices vainly plead with one beyond reach
One by one, without reason or exception
Every why not falls, coldly, deadly, away

Loneliness and loss, killing by degrees
Blackest passage beckons, perpetual silence entices
Desperate, in need, contemplating the price
Demons converge, convene, trial for backside of life
Failure must exact the ultimate, absolute price

Crying;
tears for lost love, tears for a lost promise


Passages
The Trial

A summoning, moral certitude called into disorder
Reasoning, rationalisations, trial by degrees
Deeds done and not, question outweighs answer
Chaotic visions fly unhindered, perspective warped
Voices raise, echo unceasingly down hollow corridors

Reflections upon a lifetime of constant searching
Multitude of pure offerings made, repeatedly shunned
Tragedy of knowing only how to keep going, giving
Carefully concealed turmoil now naked on display
Every carefully guarded door opens for introspection

Suffocating passages beckon, an accounting demanded
Last arguments for an over burdened soul begun
Pitfalls and tragedies, any one of which could seal fate
Thirteen omens whisper caution, laughter carols destruction
Forewarned, step with utmost care through this place

No Crying;
Stand and deliver, fall and be doomed

Roller coaster ride, self prosecution, self defence
Inner voics examine, decry and exalt in the same breath
Sounds rise, fall, anguish pleads against anger
Stony images flip by with each ticking of the clock
Guilty reminders of broken dreams, lost love

Dismal reflective comparisons, lonely corridors to the self
So much time alone, already confined in solitary
Turn away to face only another haunting door
Steps spiralling away, ever further down
Consumed, sensory overload, sensory deprivation

Defenceless, walking fearless on a razors edge
Fighting for some, any semblance of reason
Evidence mounts against at alarming rate
Faster, louder, arguments for and against
Passage tightens, no retreat, none wanted

No crying;
Stand naked to truth, fall silent to disgrace

Rite of discovery, rite of right, right to passage
Glimmers of golden light filters softly round
Decay exposed, opened to honest appraisal
Gangrenous on the surface, rotten at the core
Damning testimony on a soul gone sour

Seemingly unending procession of known faces
All speak, drone on incessantly, mindlessly, selfishly
Kaleidoscopic, patterns shifting, changing, blurring
Every shift cosmetic, no real tangible proof for uncovered
Innocence was brutally butchered such a long time ago

Chaos continually raised itself, orchestrated order fell
Too many times the corridor fed back upon itself
So often rings of hope tarnished in lonely despair
Only one lone voice in this hellish insanity cried true
Powerless to stand against such condemnatory proof

No crying;
Stand tall and receive, fall away and deceive


Passages
The Sentence

The pieces break, shards splinter and fall
Pouring out, tear drops won't fade away
Nothing to raise, nothing to lose
Knowing the truth, living in pain is not living
Better travelling a different plain

Truth hits hard, bleeding from the heart
Missing a part of me that is you
No arms to hold you, no hands to touch you
Eyes grow dim, light passes out from within
Darkness unfurls it’s cold, cold shroud

There's nothing anyone can do
Nothing any rational thought can refute
There's only the sentence left to carry through
Fate ran out of time for me, God protect you
I won't, I can't, be me without you

Crying;
Tears not for me, tears only fall for losing you

Eyes raise, face to face with honest reality
Waiting in silence, clear mind, true heart
Surreal floating, as if having stepped outside the self
Distanced, looking down upon the setting
Resigned, resolved, what comes, comes

Verdict fell from sadly averted eyes
A hoarse whispered "no" sealed destiny
Heart stops cold in the shattered breast
Condemned down a passage without return
The last why not washes away in a solitary tear

Act of ultimate courage or ultimate cowardice
Act of ultimate sacrifice or ultimate selfishness
Absolute belief in the validity of the sentence
Absolute relief, no more begging for crumbs
Answers lie waiting on the other side

No Crying;
No tears, there are just no tears





Passages
The Pardon




denied




G.R. Hambley ©