It gives a really nice feel. I adore how it's descriptive without going into such deep images one gets lost, how you stay more with the feelings...
If I had to guess what it was about, I'd say the I-person was death itself... the contrast of the one to last sentence fascinates me. It's the kind of paradox that I like to think about... though I can't see how it'd work unless the thing he wont consent to is death or impotence...
You made me think ^^
Btw, I might be wrong, but is this really correct?
"Nevermore would he would never stand in the rain and enjoy it"

Okay, I just finished learning about this in history...but was it the messenger sent to Athens to ask for help in the Peloppenesian war? I forget exactly what incident it was, but someone sent a long distance runner asking for help. I think that's what you were talking about. :D

-Irony

I'm in awe of your power over words. Some of these descriptions - okay, okay ALL of them - are amazing. I think my favorite line was 'He was only a reminder of what couldn't be'.
This was a beautiful piece. It reminded me a lot of my grandfather, actually.
I'm jealous now of your ability to write. Great work.

This is really, really amazing. The idea is excellent. The scary thing about it is how true it is about our society. It's just great.

One typo/gramatical issue: "The mountains would surely faded in his eyes." First line of second paragraph...I think "faded" is a typo. Your writing style is great, it's got the repetition and language that makes people think about it.

Keep writing!

-Xero

I liked this one a lot. I think it fits better in story format rather than as a poem. It does have the slight set up as one but it's much nicer the way you have it set up. I love all the descriptiveness of the entire story. It's terrific. I'm a visual reader so this makes things much grander! I love the quote "I will ne’er consent" that was beautiful... the fight against the world is challenging... and sometimes we do give in... even if it is at the end.

Liz

Tragedy is right. How depressing. I like idealists, and hope to be one; the idealists are the most romantic and child-like people. They have the morals and the gospel. It's sad to see them fall away.

I thought you may have been talking about a man working for a higher good, racing against the shallowness and petty simple ideals of his world. And he had grown too old, fought too hard and was finally losing the battle with life. To me the line "And though he had said he would never consent, with a sigh at last, he consented" sounds like his body had given up even when his heart and mind and soul were still fighting. I don't want to know if I'm right or wrong but I love this piece. It's very well written and very thought provocing as well as inspiring. I may use your style of writing for something I've been working on lately if you don't mind. Forgive my ignorence but who is Lord Byron? A poet or famour writer perhaps? Please inform me about him a bit, I'm intrigued. Very well written good job.

~Sam