The Vale of Tears

A poem about suffering and faith. Life is suffering, and faith... Faith just is.

The night did not seem to wane
in the wake of my darkest hour.
I walked down into the valley,
the canopy of which shrouded
my path in shadow, begotten
from the roots of regret.

It’s so cold, I say. I must
turn back. But it’s too late.
I’ve traveled this far, but for what?
Distant and unforgiving;
what did I do to deserve this?

This burning anguish, eased
only by the faint light of dying stars.
But even then the comfort was
not enough. It will never be enough.
Not for me.

So I walk. Alone, lost but
never found. On skinned knees
I collapse. The blood runs black,
and my vision fades.
Rest at last? No.

There must be something more.
I stand and continue.
Faith hidden, unrealized.
Through tears I can faintly see.
There must be something more.

Reviews

[Vin]

I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. The flow was great and the description was outstanding! I loved the repitition of "There must be something more" it really emphasises the way that the speaker feels they have nothing left and their desperation to find something worth living and fighting for. Awesome write! Great job!

-Beth

[Lola Nation]

there is.

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. wow ... poignant beyond measure ... magical, mesmerizing and profound ... skillful and sensitive ... and yes, there's more ...