Voices

Voices I do hear. Echoes of the  mind. Resonating through gray matter. Restless voices and cries.
They torment night and day, sometimes in a whisper voice. "He's much too busy now", I must listen there's no choice.
Will they give me some relief? wishful thinking of a prey. "He will finally cave. He is scum, he's poor and vain".

Shoulders are so heavy, for much weight upon them rest. "He's brought it upon himself; we shall put him through the test". Voices keep on shouting, words of bitterness and disdain. "Throw another load, he will break, he's just a man".

Voices of torment, lies of love, " I am a friend"
Voices of deceit, " I will help you, grab my hand"

The final straw is dropped. This will surely bring him down. But those shoulders do not budge. His knees don't buckle down. Stronger voices now arise in the wasteland of his soul. They come for his demise, to strike a final blow.

Thrown into the valley, some say these shadows are of death; awaiting for the reaper, counting down his few last  breaths. Wicked voices shout and scream. It is almost over now. After all the love he gave, his corner throws the towel.

Voices of torment, lies of love, "I am a friend"
Voices of deceit, "I will help you, grab my hand"

In the darkness of his fall, there are two bright shiny lights. They are calling out his name, not the one they know him by. Looking in the sapphire glow, there is innocence and love. They seek to touch his head. He is lifted from above.

As he leaves the Reaper's valley, something in him is now changed. For so long he fought to keep the creature under chains. Voices keep on screaming. They see not what he's become. Screaming thoughts of betrayal. They know not what they have done.

Voices of torment, lies of  love, "I am a friend"
Voices of deceit, "I will love you, here I am"

Seeking out the voices, carnage follows his path. He hunts them one by one as they fear for his wrath. Mesmarized they are to see such strenth come from within. He is driven by the love those saphire eyes gave him.

Living not by his own will, he is protector of the light. The light that brought him back, breathed unto him new life. Why did i forget you? In my greatest time of need, your voice rose above all others and came to set me free.

Voices of apologies, "I am sorry, please forgive"
Voices now not heard, they fall on these deaf ears.