Alone

I am a weary warrior.

I fight and fight 

Going against the grain.

But yet it is harder and harder a to stand.

My shield is strong, but weathered.

I walk for miles in a wasteland

Attacked by pests.

I am alone.

I do not need a medal,

I do not need your empty pity.

I need a companion who understands my journey,

And is forever my friend.