Once were his thoughts so bright,
Filled with the shimmering colors of a new shining sun;
The birth of a new day.
But the dreams now come in monochromatic grays,
Fashioned in the raging fires suffered by this hapless
wonderer.
He has tread the violent waters for steady is his resolve,
But old and weak is his flesh
And he can go on… now… no longer.
He has stood tall to face his demons;
Won his share of wars.
But that constant warring has taken its toll
And he falls to a knee and breathes
No
More.
Laying on the ground this man…
Laying there bleak and still…
As all his loves and wills abscond into the shadows of night
Like the life that touched this broke down hero.
Vanished are his hopes… extinguished is his light.
This man will live to fight no more.
-JJT
8 June 2006
10:57 PM
