Losing War

Every day I wake up with the same thought

Reminiscing about the losing battles that I fought

I remind myself of these miserable pasts

So that I may learn and achieve victory at last

Sometimes I win a battle but not the war

I still go on for what I’m fighting for

But lately I have only met defeat

Making it harder to stand on my feet

Must I give up and accept this fate?

Living in shackles with a heavy weight?

I refuse to live in such a way

But losing brings me closer to that day

My enemy is cunning and deceiving

I’m unable to avoid the traps he’s leaving

His favorite weapons are tricks and lies

And everywhere he has ears and eyes

Yet he does not shows himself to me

And attacks me when I think I’m free

He disguises himself so well

That the difference of friend from foe I cannot tell

Because of him I lost many things I hold dear

Because of him I live my life in constant fear

I have grown weary of this fight

It has taken away all my might

Yet he does not give me the mercy of death

Even when he has taken away everything that I have left

I ask him what he is after

He answers me with laughter