I am a warrior

with words

swallowed in the

noise of the city

The blood that you see

comes from long-fought

battles to be free

The lines on my face

show where I’ve been

what happened on

the scarred roads

of a long life

I want peace to be my god

but this is a lost god

for a weary seeker

There is only

so much breath

any one has

There is only

so much blood

that can be shed

So here I stand

waiting

waiting

waiting

for a signal to go on

I’m only one warrior

but I’m the one

who matters

 

 

 

 

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s