I am But a Man

[kolemath]

Thanks for the read! I have a few comments below. -Kole

I am but a man,
do not let me see the monsters,
the ones who were left to rot.


I am but a man,
do not let the cold grasp of sorrow,
with its hands ever reaching into my heart,
reap my freedom and will like the crop of souls. --love the idea of 'crop of souls' great word choice, carrying forward the metaphor of 'reap' too


I am but a man,
do not let me see the hatred,
those who have seen it with their lifeless eyes,
boring into mine with chisels and hammers, --I'm a bit confused about the agency of the verb 'boring.' do lifeless eyes bore with chisels? also, 'those who have seen' hatred, how are they connected to your sight of hatred?
sculptors of despair, with nothing to weep for. --nice work with the sculpting metaphor


I am but a man,
do not let me feel Death, --I try to avoid 'feel' when possible; just a personal choice
his skull grinning as he devours, --interesting, skull grin!
taking those who have done all wrong, --digesting instead of taking for the consumption metaphor? death takes all, not just those who have done wrong, right?
those who have never seen the light of day,
consuming all, with nothing beyond his reach. --right, consuming all, so how does the sinner, so to speak, get special treatment from the grinning skull?


I am but a man,
do not let me see the darkness, --what is the darkness? 
do not let me lose the dying light, --why is the light dying? might the monsters from the first stanza be worked back in here?
I am but a man.

Interesting read, almost like a prayer, as the one addressed isn't named. I like the metaphors the best; might you consider more work like this in a revision?