I Befriended a Lion while I was a Lamb

Nonsense of a darker variety..I tried..

Like a child-
Terminally ill;
Searching for peace
In the palm of
The hand I grasp.

Forced to fight.

Its skeletal digits
Usher in a wave of serenity.
And yet,
All around push viciously--

"Fight on, fight on.
Too young, too young."

But--
So tired, so tired.

Author's Note

There's no rhyme or reason to its structure-
I was only searching for an outlet..