Wondering the desert landscape, baked by the sun, no signs of life, every shadow hides the ghosts of the newly passed, the sorrows of the tortured, the lifeless souls of the damned and forgotten haunt my every waking hour!
The cracks in the ground with their gaping smiles laughing at me as I traverse the terrain, my feet covered in the skin of the lamb, legs burning as I climb the dunes that time itself has long forgotten.
The desert dwelling coyote hanging just out of sight waiting for me to drop from the effects of dehydration!
So subtle the on set that pain as been forgotten, my eyes open but no longer seeing the sand before my feet as I stumble along praying to the vast empty sky, hoping against logic that some great and powerful being exists content on calling the shots.
As I drop to my knees head to the heavens, I stumble, fighting for the words to asks for his forgiveness!
But all I see above me are the vaulters awaiting my demise!
I await death quietly mumbling to myself wondering where I went wrong, where had I taken the wrong road that led me to this point, if there was a line to be crossed, I do not remeber crossing it, the road that I followed seemed straight and narrow, full of promise, lacking sorrow, I travled it with the enthusiasium of my youth!
Unaware that it was the road to the valley of my death!
A poem by Christopher L. Lisenbee