original poetry

Losing Battle

No matter what I do I've already lost the battle,

every time I am thrown to the gravel.

My mind darkens after every word they say,

I try to store away all the feelings that want to stay.

I can't win when I'm the only soldier fighting my side,

every word I say is denied.

I am slowly consumed by the darkness,

their words make us the targets.

I try to fix everything I can,

but it's like they have other plans.

I'm losing my once again,

numbness is what I try to prevent.

I can't win the battle yet alone the war,

every word and action hit me full force.

I fear every reaction I may get,

Sometimes I just wish I get one day without getting upset.

He is all I have left for me,

but every time one thing happens it's like my gut gets hit by a knee.

The colour of my world is slowly draining away,

now my whole world is just black and grey.

The battle was lost from the start,

from the moment it started to break my heart.

The calvery will never arrive,

I'm the only soldier so I have to stay alive.

I feel the blame hit me like a bullet from a gun,

maybe this soldier's fight is done.

The battle is lost and the soldier's soul will roam,

through the monochrome battlefield still, the soldier is alone.

The battle is lost just like the soldier thought,

the soldier wonders the battlefield their would now forever lost.