Poetry -
The Battle
There is way
There is value in a day
At what cost?
The expense is high
To give another try
I cannot
Anymore
I see within another sin
Another loss
Disguised in win
But when?
Hold on.
It gets better.
Hold on.
In cruel weather.
Hold on.
The beat is on.
Hold on.
I can’t endure.
Hold on.
You’re killing me.
Hold on.
Destroying me.
Hold on.
I’m losing more.
Hold on!
What for?!
Who am I? What have I done?
The mirror told me something wise.
You cannot base the truth on lies.
You’re in a battle prepare to lose
There is no point, so here you choose.
Decide right now what rules your day
Accept the move and not the say
The loss is near, retreat your men
The battle hears and follows in
the form of good.
A disguise of truth.
Not a loss, but a sacrifice
In
you.
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