Disclaimer: I do not by any means, way or intent own Frodo, his quest, or the words of the wise. Those belong to Tolkien and whatever publisher currently holds the copyright. The words of the poem are my own.

They say—by Frodo Baggins

They say
"Where there is a will,
there is a way"
but this helps me little
for this will they speak of
is no longer my own
nor have I the strength
to reclaim it.

Naught is left, no will, no way,
Desparate now, I stay
struggling.
I long to
give up,

rest,

at last, free from this pain.

yet you…
you refuse to let go.

Once, long ago (a lifetime it seems) I pulled you from a murky depth,
Now you do the same for me.

Fight, you say,
Breathe, you say,
Live, you say,
and for some strange reason I obey you,
you who bear the memories I have lost.

Fight, you say,
Breathe, you say,
Live, you say,
Hope, you say
there is always hope.
there is always hope.

I can not touch it.
I can not feel it.

But in you, I can see it.

In you, hope still resides.

They say,
"Where there is a will,
there is a way. You have a great will, Frodo…
…you will find a way."

They say…

They s…

They have said nothing but lies.
There is no will, no way, no power left; the words of the wise are empty.

But you say you still hope.

There is no will to forge a way,
but maybe there is hope
you say…

maybe hope will find a way…

Please! If anyone actually reads this, review! I need all the literary help I can get...

Thank you, Vane Alasse, for catching my mistake!