I am under siege.
The grip around my neck is tight and growing tighter
The lessons learned and forgotten and learned again
Have left me exhausted in my bones.
I am afraid.
The cold is fast upon my heart
And lonely I am stuck in fear
I hear raging all around and the center is not calm.
I am failing.
The light is weak the candle dies
It flickers as I reach for death
And in the morning I might, wake or I may be gone.
Hear my prayer.
The death I seek is not with bodies
Not revenge and not my own
Let my heart be rescued now as the old man dies.
A Soul's Walk 
This is absolutely breathtaking. Well done.
I wish that I did not have to live what I lived to be able to even think this… and yet perhaps the war is not yet over…