Warrior

• Artist: Mitchi19
• Description: I'm not really sure where this one came from. I wrote it as a creative writing project. I was a little upset at the time and was trying to do History homework. I guess this is how some old War Lord's might have felt when they died, which is funny becuase were were studying Hitler in History that day. And even if he didn't have kids or grow old- it still applies in my opinion.
• Date: 02/14/2009
• Tags: warrior

Warrior

I am but an old man now.
My children have grown and have children of their own,
And I am wasting away to the God of Time.
Oh how I wish I were back in the savage days of my youth.
Back when I felt I could take on the world.
Slowly, however,
My strength wanes and I feel the frigid hand of death upon my old bones.
It’s an ominous feeling.
One of pure forlorn desolation and unkempt agony.
I sit here as the sun sets on the last chapter of my life,
And write to you hoping, praying,
That at least, in some small way,
My writings will keep me alive.
But sadly, it is not so.
I hear it now, louder than the heavens,
The cadence of my death,
As I am ensnared within the shadow of my undoing.

Comments

[AMJACAEM]

I dont say this very often, but I loved your poem. You have a great touch for connecting the young and the old. Keep up everything your doing and don't you ever stop writing. it's a part of you, might be a small part but it's still there.