" A cold warrior,
he sits upon the steps that will lead him to his own grave,
senses of caring long gone with the cold winds life brings;
his hollow form tired, his soul no deed nor task can save,
happiness, joy, love, he no longer knows these things.
A heart torn,
the sky split above him and rained his own tears that day,
a black sun burning him in it's wretched light, it's cruel blame;
the warrior fell to his knees as he watched his Love walk away,
and cried out to God through his tears, but no answer came.
An empty soul,
one that had been covered in happiness and enthroned by joy,
once filled with and carried by and showered with love;
now only cold sadness and cold pieces have created within a scared boy,
and moreso, anger and hate have made him a bitter man, ignored from above.
A bleak world,
dreary and bleak as seen through the tired warrior's eyes,
wonderous spring splendor replaced by grey, lifeless overtones;
he has no place nor role now, and he wanders about underneath clouded skies,
for the moment, he sits and waits for oblivion, bent opon the icy stones.
A broken man,
shattered into pieces then scattered to the chilling winds,
every unessential chipped away until only bitter truth remains;
not wanting to die, yet not willing to live away from those which life sends,
knowing not whether to sit upon his grave, await Death, or press on through the pains.
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