Poetry

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.