End of My Valley
My valley of dreams is burning and broke
It’s ripped at the seams, by the words that were spoke
The anger a flame burning hotter than hell
Incinerating my dreams and my hopes as well
Standing amidst the black charred remains
The destruction enough to drive me insane
The trees of my life burned to dead wood
The green and the grass nothing but mud
The river has dried down to a stony bed
The sound of that water still runs in my head
The sun still shines but it burns my white skin
There’s no dappled green shade to hide myself in
No more birds or bees to flutter with life
Nothing to console through such terrible strife
As I wander through my desolate terrain
My beating heart starts to feel such pain
This valley I loved lies dead and consumed
The dream that I had can’t be resumed
I drop to my knees and touch the black earth
Hope above hope I’ll find something of worth
A layer of charred black ash like a skin
Is hiding my rich brown soil within
Hope sparks with this dirt in my hand
Bright like a star that dared to land
A long road I face of both toil and shame
But my valley will be lush and green again
As I kneel in the black I sow the first seed
With hope my valley can again be freed
Copyright © Anthony Mathias | Year Posted 2008
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