Another macabre poem with inspirational intentions. The bones are longing to be returned to the living.
One day we will rise up
The cracks in my bones tell my story
We need to drink from the cup
And we will be restored to former glory
We lay here in solidarity, littering the ground
No flesh is left, but a crow remains
I cannot wait to feel my heart pound
Eager for life again, my soul attains
Our bones clatter and crack
The glaring sun sees our pain
As we begin to rise in unison, we clack
Our moans and groans let out with a strain
We are the Valley of Bones alike, after all
A euphoric feeling as our flesh continues to crawl
Crazy how unpredictable inspiration can be, this poem is loosely based on Ezekiel 37, The Valley of Dry Bones.
Hope you enjoy!
Thanks for reading!
Travis
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