The Warrior

One more lashing and it's far past numb…
The afflicted wounds mean something to him…
All his strength and will…
Focused on being more human than human..
The feeling of mortality draining from his body,
As though his life was to become a super being.
The broken soul of this man shattered…
From not knowing who he has become.
Who will be there to help him out?
Unconcerned with the question, he fights on.
Protecting all he loves and cares about…
As though his life did not matter at all.
The lone child waits in the corner…
Crying himself to sleep in the house without lights.
The old man looks within himself at his soul…
The house with no lights.
No one to care for…
No one to protect…
No one to care…