Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2015
From the struggles, you retreat
Once strong, you faced them,
Now the fear, it breaks you
Makes you weak.
This weakness, it torments.
Tearing you, Tearing your very BEING

Once a warrior,
You'd take the challenge,
Lived on the wire.

Now though, you cower.
When the challenge comes around,
You'll only hide, run for safety, for cover.

It was a good run.
The future's bleak though,
At the twilight of your life,
The battle's worn you down.
All you look forward to now,
Is the tranquility brought,
By the *Eternal Night
Well, this morphed form something in my head, to the letters you read. The end of life itself is like the end of a battle. You're tired, you'd rather not fight another minute. And you're waiting for when you can finally lay to rest.
The Tinkerer
Written by
The Tinkerer  24/M/New Zealand
(24/M/New Zealand)   
472
   wordvango
Please log in to view and add comments on poems