My Last Battle
By pl rage
My patience with life is slowly running out, Draining the last shade of hope The winds of fate blowing against me, Bringing me that much closer to the final edge A wrong wind now and I’ll be lost, Forever falling to the final rest How much hardship can a soul endure? Never given a chance to bloom Always struggling just to breathe A pitiful existence to be sure As I stand here I take a look back, Back at the road I’ve traveled I see all the wars I had to fight Few were the battles I won, Fewer still those that left me unharmed I scream my hatred at the world I have no place in Why have I been on this journey if this is how it will end? The meaningless is overwhelming, The shear weight bringing me to my knees I start to crawl along the edge, Waiting for the final wind of change Will it bring life, or death? No longer caring I’ve fought my last battle So tired, I can fight no more I’ll just lie down now, I need to sleep for a while Not sure if I will wake again Written August 20th, 2001 © on Aug 20 2001 08:45 AM PST 0 • 1
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