I Still Believe

Upon the cold, gray ground I sit.
Motionless. Pondering.
I look up at the tall buildings.
I view the empty streets.
Empty of life, but for me.
Here, too, I am alone.
All else seems turned to stone.
I have no car, no way to leave.
What do I do?
Trapped yet again.
In this world I wish to leave.
A feeling deep within begins to swell-
I still believe!
The battle here fought both night and day,
Pulls at my soul to join the fray.
Yet always I have held some weapon in my hand.
But now the sinews and tendons, weak,
Let further strength ebb, and power leak.
I hardly can remember how to stand,
But I still believe!