The Weakness

Lost and forgotten. Look at how I encourage pity. Alone in the dark, wasted and cold. I told myself I wouldn't become this and I told myself somehow I can crawl back out. That was hilarious.

I feel the cold. I feel the loneliness. I feel the damp earth between my fingernails. I'm crawling out. It wasn't supposed to be funny.

A long time ago I was a warrior of God, at least according to my name. It was passed down from my father, but he could not live up to his namesake. He was lost and cold too, infected with the weakness.

I wonder if it were me, if I was there, that maybe I could live past it. Inform MY son it would strike and teach him how to avoid it. But that's how the weakness strikes. It does not pity. It brings the cold.

A long time ago, he was a warrior of God, at least according to his name....and I'm crawling out the path he left behind.