You

You made my life
the bitterest of drinks
like salt water
in a shore far from home
when I am thirsty,
the hardest trip
through a land
once familiar,
now laid to waste,
when I am homesick.

You sapped all of
my strength and nobility
with your idiocy
and despondency;
Good weapons they are,
I must admit,
and they do work fine,
for they could overpower me
way faster that water
breaks the stone of ages.

If we lived in an age
of honor, not weakness,
I should kill you,
for you deserve not better.