Lee is an aspiring writer who makes poems in his free time. Words and lines give him comfort in trying times.
My eyes are open, but I can't see
Unspoken words desperately trying to be free
I'm a dead man walking, scrambling
Struggling to make sense of my eternal suffering.
Can a flower grow from a dry land?
Can hope flourish amidst glorious ruins?
Can hearts shine in spite of arduous darkness?
Can a dreamer fly with broken wings?
I was once destined to be a king
Now, I sit on my throne of regrets
I'm a dead man walking, wondering
Where is this place of resets?
As the end looms in the horizon,
I hope life will sprout in my oblivion
And that all my pain won't be in vain
I'm a dead man riding, on Death's train.
© 2019 Lee Yael