Savior

the second poem of my bloody pen poems

 

I go to war

With my pen in hand

Leaving all those I adore

Ready to take a stand

 

For the girl on the corner

To the homeless man down the road

To every loner

And everyone stuck in their safe, humble abode

 

To all the rich men

Crisp suits, shirts and ties

To the poorest shaman

Living a solitary life, in a mountain cave so high

 

To the child who has it all

Snap their fingers, give endless commands

To the ones on the streets who fall

Clinging to life by a thin, non existent strand

 

This is for you

 

From the oldest of warriors

Legacies past from ear to ear

Adding story upon story

For each generation to hear

 

I hear it

Even if I don’t want to

 

It was never my choice

To answer these calls

To give freedom a voice

To lift others when they fall

 

But I have to

 

It is my fate

Inspired by hope

Stolen by greed, acted as my bait

To cast my vote

 

My hand caresses the paper

As I try again

To embrace my own, an undiscovered savior

Before my life draws to an end

 

And when I finish

Drift away, follow the aurora’s hues

Don’t let your hope diminish

Let it all stay true

 

I will always love you

 

Author's Note

2/20/09

Reviews

[Meredith Leigh]

Wow, this is amazing. I loved the references, the deep, meaningful words you used to describe everything...Oh, and the detail! Just, utterly amazing =]

- Kriss