An unpleasant silence wraps around me with a lingering restlessness that won't fade
I am whole but unaware of this wholeness
I yearn for baby like arms around my neck
soft skin brushing against my own youthful exterior
I find myself wandering after firm hands to keep me from rocking
back and forth in my sweat drenched slumber
My soul feels hollow and searches for the blanket of a hug
that envelopes it day and night
This loneliness has birthed a doubtfulness in a mind once stable
Obscurity has replaced a one time know it all
My pride has succumbed to calls of humility
The path I walk is no more special that that of my brothers
I struggle to grasp what it is to be a warrior
What it is to be a warrior
Solitude now seems like a plague I want to avoid
The world outside me breeds activity; a harsh reality of ugly noise
I don't want to jump
The world inside of me seeks companionship of a friend
unpretentious and true
I long for the touch of a chubby, scarily soft baby hand on
my tear soaked cheek
Letting me know that innocence is bliss - sometimes - but never saving
that pride is overrated, humility overlooked, truth ever present
And loneliness just an attempt to quiet my ever battling soul
of a Warrior
I am whole but unaware of this wholeness
I yearn for baby like arms around my neck
soft skin brushing against my own youthful exterior
I find myself wandering after firm hands to keep me from rocking
back and forth in my sweat drenched slumber
My soul feels hollow and searches for the blanket of a hug
that envelopes it day and night
This loneliness has birthed a doubtfulness in a mind once stable
Obscurity has replaced a one time know it all
My pride has succumbed to calls of humility
The path I walk is no more special that that of my brothers
I struggle to grasp what it is to be a warrior
What it is to be a warrior
Solitude now seems like a plague I want to avoid
The world outside me breeds activity; a harsh reality of ugly noise
I don't want to jump
The world inside of me seeks companionship of a friend
unpretentious and true
I long for the touch of a chubby, scarily soft baby hand on
my tear soaked cheek
Letting me know that innocence is bliss - sometimes - but never saving
that pride is overrated, humility overlooked, truth ever present
And loneliness just an attempt to quiet my ever battling soul
of a Warrior