A Losing Battle
Poem
Those feelings that you feel can be gone, the woe you've felt can be lost but thoughts, they cannot be stopped, they'll progress relentlessly even when you're on the edge, falling apart.
The earth takes a swivel around the sun
I’ve had my part of the beam
So I lay on the dark side with the moon
The clock strikes 1:13
Nothing yet has taken over me
I still need to sleep
Take over the night and return to my dream
My head seems to be off in my realm
Bombarding thoughts, I had ignored them
During the day,
Taking over my psyche
They seem to push me off of the tree
I was sitting on, becoming a refugee
From my pain
But they seem to have a better way —
To never return from my grave
Throw me onto the ground
Facing towards my face
Hoping to disguise myself
For the many times, I tried to cease death
My thoughts have a better claim
I should part with them
For I know they aren’t the best
When it comes to reclaim
Myself from the woe I have taken
But the only way I have is to condemn, myself
Though I am on the same page
With the thoughts, I cannot refrain
They had to win in all the games
It comes in my knowledge
That I am a losel
I had to fail
Swiveling through a thread
My life gets wrenched
My thoughts fly away from my remains
Smiling that deadly smile
Grinning for they'll reconcile
And I cannot die, after I have died, once again.
