The Valley of Bones

Lee is an aspiring writer who makes poems in his free time. Words and lines give him comfort in trying times.

Tired and lost

Blistered feet from walking and wandering

No place to go, no fruits to bear

The day of reckoning draws near.

I walk in this valley

Sun scorching my skin

Draining my soul

Wearing away my hope.

I was once a zealot

Gave my life away for a cause

And for what? For nothing

It’s all been just a great ruse.

They said I just need more faith

Hold on and pray for rain

I’ve lost my first love

I’ve become who I hated.

In the valley of bones

Where dreams and hopes are buried

Visions and glimpses of a bright future

Sucker-punched by life himself.

This is where I will lie

My life’s done, time’s up

Look at your prophet, see how he withered

In the hands of your great sower.

© 2019 Lee Yael