Apologies if this is the wrong place for this. Neither Storytelling or Off-
topic seem like gauranteed fits for this so I made my best guess. If it has to be moved, I apologize. :)
The name was changed from one of my names to a different one; Isaac. This isn't quite my best. It's been a while, so I ran with something simple.
I wade through this water
Waves push me to falter.
Pulling me away from the altar,
It grins hollow as I saunter.
Heart sinks into tears deep
As I toss and turn in my sleep
Here lies '[Isaac] the Meek'
"Grievor of Hearts" -- His name to keep.
None are deserved as 'Hero'
In this near-absence of ego.
Despite what remains here though,
The soul tires of "polite, friendly foes."
Eyes fade and this tongue; stayed
This is the life he had waged.
This light burning out in the rain;
So 'Love' forgets to scribe this page.
Lo, hear this heart bleat
Within my spirit; its seat!
In a hollow age of disbelief,
What is my crime to earn this grief?
Is this mine, the end of my line?
A stray thread unwoven through time.
Feeling reluctant to writhe;
A hungry heart within a fugitive mind.
This mask which I wear,
Is this too much to bear?
The weak heart beats fair,
Although it remains a vacant affair.
Eyes burning to fight,
Yet frantic from fright.
To a world callous in his sight,
Alone -- Will I perish this night?'