Broken Warrior

A poem about feeling defeated

 

Broken Warrior

How many more arrows

Will it take before the spirit is spent

No more, fight left and nothing to shield

From the storms they created

Wait one is crying

You see them reaching out to help

Quick race to protect

the innocence, the weak, the unknowing

A  fools attempt which will cause more bleeding

From the wounds that have not heal.

Down again with hands trying to block

The attacks from those who issue hurt

Knowing you're going all the way

to the ground again

Here you lay once again

Thinking why even get up

Only to hear the cries to

battle for the good cause

You can stay on the ground

Never to be knock down again

That's when the pain is worst

Not while on the ground

But the falling

Waiting for someone to catch you

No knight in shining armor for the warrior

The ground was cold upon landing

Over time, the floor becomes warm from your body

You will never have to feel like

Everything is crashing around you

As it can only land, where you are

If you don't rise they may not see you

They may not attack

Than you would be safe

The aches, Soreness of the verbal slashes

Don't compare with the pain the words and actions

As they Are tearing open the newly heal wounds.

Noooooooooo

what is that stirring

Deep inside that  feeling of new energy

The very spirit you are trying to hide

It does not understand

Shhhhh

Don't stand up!!be quiet

It's moving again Someone is getting slam

Someone needs help

Only the spirit to protect can act

Warrior spirit for justice

Dragging itself off the floor

No time to heal From the last attack

Why must it always try to right the wrong

No reasoning with the one hurting

They see the warrior coming

Weak in it stance enemy rubs it hands

Standing alone the warrior heads full force

Enemy has no problem knocking it down

One day maybe the warrior wont get up

One day maybe the warrior will learn be quiet

One day maybe the warrior will just accept

But not today

Today it fights

Today it rises

Today it moves to right the wrong

At least level the field

The battle for Righteousness

It will stand all alone

Alternatively, it will stand with many

None will ever understand unless

They are a warrior to

Well of energy not dry yet

Therefore, the warrior will battle

Till there's nothing left of them

Until the good fight is won

Yet just a little time a little peace

Maybe a little understanding

From anyone to help the warrior stand

Maybe it will heal enough

To believe in itself win another battle

For the weak, the innocence, the unknowing

or maybe just to win the battle for their selves

As they are becoming the weak

The masses who forgot

What true love is

Or what is good

Will not be reminding anymore

By the warrior who saw it was not about

What each of them could get

But about what each of us could give

The warrior may not get up to battle again

Who will remind us then

Of what the righteous path is

And who will protect

the weak, the innocence, the unknowing

Always a new warrior arises

How long before it will become

Weary from battling

the constant injustices

And in its despaired just stay down

Be quiet and assimilate to the world

Lynn Higgs

Reviews

[Lynn Higgs]

HM well I think there are many warriors that will use noooooo or shhhhhhh

[TLK]

I'm not sure if a warrior would use "noooo" or "shhhh".