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.
