The Dark Valley of Hidden Angels

The deep dark throes and woes within our hearts, moves into the light.

The Dark Valley of Hidden Angels

 

 

This is the land I have fallen into,

This is the land of terror,

This is the land where I see myself-

All is not gained, there is nothing better.

 

I have fallen into a place where no one speaks,

I have fallen into a place of gross victory,

I have fallen,

I have fallen,

I have fallen into release,

I have fallen into release, into terror.

Boulders rise in gloom,

The water rolls at my feet,

Newts peek out, ‘hello,’

They call, but-

I cannot speak, I cannot cry.

 

I ran over a squirrel by accident,

Running across the road,

I wanted freedom,

But it killed him,

And who now,

Really understands freedom?

His tail flipped back,

In death he lay,

The shadowed valley,

Of rising boulders.

 

I sought the freedom here of me,

For I wanted to express

Who I was really,

But visited,

A shadowy enclosure . . .

 

Pooled around my feet.

The newts hid,

And everyone understood,

At last-

That I-

I had killed.

I had killed life.

 

Nothing gained, nothing sought,

I finally wept my heart out.

 

The valley brightened,

The trees glistened,

As sunlight fell upon me.

Whistling to me,

All of the critters came out,

And I looked up,

At a Heavenly blue sky.

 

 

 

I see wings of squirrels flying around up there.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Ezekiel Silver]

This is interesting. I think it's a bit random on the description but it does have some very good imagery. Nice work!

[Sami Khalil]

The shadowed valley
of rising boulders.
Nice write.

[Foxemerald]

I am pleased that you read it, and that it meant something. Thanks very much.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.