Rusty's Armory

A Lamentation

Posted on May 22, 2024

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My bones are weary, a battlefield worn thin.

The sun climbs high, yet I greet it from this sea of sheets.

Is this peace, this endless waiting for the final call?

Have I chased shadows, grasping at fleeting dreams?

A life unfurled like a dusty tapestry, triumphs lost in the fold.

The world outside thunders on, a distant, vibrant roar,

While here, time stretches, a slow, relentless bore.

The window, a portal to a life I can no longer touch.

Children I held once, grown tall, their laughter a fading song.

Faces from the past flicker in the firelight’s glow,

Friends, foes, lovers, where did the years go?

My voice, a rusty hinge, creaks when I speak.

Words choked by the dust of regret, the sting of deeds undone.

Was it all a charade, this grand play of life?

An empty stage whispers tales of wasted strife.

The world races on, oblivious to this cage of bone.

The warmth of life a distant ember, its glow almost gone.

Here, in this stillness, only shadows reside,

A quietude laced with regret, with nothing left to confide.