Weary WarriorA Poem by NathFighting may be inevitable, but futile, when you're up against yourself.I'm just a
warrior who's weary of her war:
Among the things I cannot remember Is the reason why I wouldn’t surrender What was there
to gain that I wanted to win?
Now that I’ve been fighting for years and years on end I no longer know what I did so desperately try to defend So as I think back now, to back then, I wonder when it began, And how, as
time passed, everything stopped making sense. And now I'm
nothing but a worn-out warrior I have begun doubting this war and the point of it all I have become deaf to the war cries and the battle calls I guess this war has been pointless right from the start But how could I ever stop my stubborn, hopeful heart?
Then again, to
forfeit is a destiny worse than defeat Surrender, now, after all the battles I’ve fought, Would render those struggles pointless and all for naught So I cannot forfeit the fight, the war waged within, So as to not scorn sacrifices I’ve made in suicidal sin.
Lest I am destroyed and defeated, I have to hold on Though this war has been going on for far too long For me to still entertain any hopes that I might yet win The fight for a more fortunate future that will never begin.
Redemption forsaken, I pray for mercy in silent pleas: Begging for someone to put this weary warrior to peace So put me out of my misery, and please help me find A place to rest my head, and a little peace of mind. © 2014 NathAuthor's Note
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