Prepare for Arrows

It seems time has left me weakened.
So, I’ll clean myself,
and be your something shiny for a weekend.
Let your bored feet drag me,
back towards the deep end,
repeating an all too steady trend.
I loathed watching you go.
Soon collapsed back to lonely,
and watched as the wall rose.
“Can’t you see?!”
The general screamed.
“These walls were here for a reason.
Preparing for arrows,
precedes your naive dreams of freedom.”