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.