And Come What Sorrow Can

- jan-u-wine
Frodo Upon the Mountain

Soon
all
that will be left
will be
darkness
and my own
pleading.


There is no light,
there is no voice.....


no,


not one sound,


not even that  One,
inside my mind.


Only emptiness.


Even being filled
by That
was,
at least,
being filled.


Even then,
somehow,
i knew i was alive.


i lived
because
You wanted me to.


How can i live,
now,


how shall i live,
now?


Please....
 

Please.


i need.


i


need.


i do not know who
i am.


i do not know
if
i have ever known.


There are no memories
of what went before,
no hope
for what shall
come after.


How can there be?
You took all with you.


It is of no matter
if i end here....


i wish
to end here.


i wish to forget
the only thing
that i can remember,
the only thing i desire,


the only thing i shall never have.

Sam Upon the Mountain

Never
has one been
so
cruelly used.

I can stop
the bright drops
which fall
like red petals
upon the ground
at our feet,

I can dry
the tears
that come after….
 
My hand
can deaden
the despairing
voice
that cries out

hopelessly.
 
One of you
Wise
folk
tell me, 
please,
what I must do
after....

One of you
tell me,

right
quick,

tell me

why

See,
if it had been me,
I would be dead,

all of me,

all....

gone.

But it was not me.

What am I to do,
now?

I do not know
how
I know,
but you
are not there.

It is not there.

There is nothing left,
just a body,
empty,
crying for what it does
not
even remember,
mingling its blood
with forgetful dust,
trembling
in fear
of a darkness
it cannot help but desire.

A year ago,
I would not have had
these thoughts.....

a year ago,
I would not
have needed to.

Like the tormented wind
that lives upon
this
hateful
mountain,
my anger
rises.

We have come this far.

I will not leave you,
(not again),
nor will I allow
you
to leave me.
 
Not
like this.

O, no, I swear,

not

like this.

Until there is no more
breath
left,
until
crawling fire
covers us,
I will speak to you
of Home
and all the kind,
little
things
we left behind.

At least,
if we end here,
may it be granted
that you see Home
within the sound of my voice.

If
we end here,
may it be granted
that I
see you,

seeing it.