Valley Of Death

Valley Of Death

A Poem by Rainee Whiting

Valley Of Death

I walk through the valley of death,
stepping firmly upon shards of bone.
I do not wince as slivers puncture skin,
as it is here where I make my home.

I walk through the valley of death,
the damned cry out in fear,
I whisper "All will be well..."
"I am the only monster here."

Rainee

© 2016 Rainee Whiting


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Powerful and honest thoughts dear Rainee.
"I whisper "All will be well..."
"I am the only monster here."
I write often of Dane's inferno. I believe I would go to purgatory. Hell is filled with monsters and the highway will be filled with many before the days come to a end for man. I liked the ending. Stood out and than thank you Rainee for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote



Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Powerful and honest thoughts dear Rainee.
"I whisper "All will be well..."
"I am the only monster here."
I write often of Dane's inferno. I believe I would go to purgatory. Hell is filled with monsters and the highway will be filled with many before the days come to a end for man. I liked the ending. Stood out and than thank you Rainee for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote



Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"I am the only monster here." That line made me smile. Great write and thanks for sharing.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, great ending, i like it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rainee Whiting

7 Years Ago

Thank you :)

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