What Purpose?

What purpose is there for me, this poet
Who speaks of the warriors of nature,
Standing fatherless, lonely and stubborn?

What purpose do I have in this dark world
Where warriors are approached with disdain
And the maxims of poets go unheard?

What purpose must be bestowed upon me
When darkness begins to dwell in the hearts
Of the warriors and poets alike?

What purpose can I serve by my friend's side
When words cannot heal, and it is too late
For the warrior to save her from harm?

Here I stand, a poet so passionate
And a warrior thus far untested,
Looking down my path with purpose unkown.

Philip
What Purpose you say? You have nailed your purpose to the flag pole for us all to see the warrior in your heart. Great Poem...No you are not alone.

Munia Khan
And lightness begins to dwell in the hearts as well since we read such a lovely poem by such a passionate poet like you.Wonderful poem in one word.Well Done

Ivan Donn Carswell
The path of a warrior poet has never been easy; faithfully representing the greatest glories and sadness whether valorous or meek is not a task for the faint-hearted. I wish you well...