The Stranger Poem #Poem #SelfWritten

Here's a nice one, inspired from my nickname in high school (say what you will) and the Billy Joel song which I listened to while creating it.

The Stranger

Waiting on his silent hopes;

He steers clear to avoid all slopes.

Though his fall will come in time;

Bells of hope in his head chime.

It took so long to get to here.

Yet, he may have gone away next year.

A fallen warrior after battle;

Thoughts in his mind always rattle.

And while some peace is what he seeks;

He knows it hangs on jagged peaks.

To climb them, he is petrified.

Yet he begins his upward stride.

Upward bound towards this one goal;

The Stranger fights with heart and soul.

Obstacles litter the whole way.

His climb goes on day after day.

Continued struggle is his life;

As he toils with heavy strife.

He never quit and never will.

The Stranger at last has his fill.

Though the jaws of death have clasped;

Peace is what he has now grasped.