My Old, Tiresome Soul

I am an old man

My experiences hold my lifetime.

Twenty years I’ve had to age,

yet centuries hold together the ground in which i walk.

I am exhausted.

Anger, sorrow, and disappointment know my name,

and i know theirs.

I have fought battle after battle.

Now war is all i know.

A scorn i will forever hold.

What emotions do i have left.

I have none,

for I am now of old age. 

I am bitter.

I am truly an unripe fruit.

My acquaintance for youthful life is long gone,

yet i am youth.

twenty years I’ve walked amongst you all.

I now seek peace, yes

peace is all i seek.

Peace and silence.