Poem: The Battle

I lost my battle today.

I am not sure where to begin.

Everything started out fair, but my dear we were never on the same team.

 It was always a battle of one.

This time the enemy was me.

The winds were never sure where the mighty will turn.

The lands of truth and honor have never green us all.

The words the hurt that never lives the throne.

Have only left mountains of hills that you can call home.

The things that are never have made the fight most clear.

The things are far is what drives the rage in your heart.

A stone that has no shield to protect.

You gave it your all but was simply not enough.

Pleasing was never your best.

Just scares like all the rest.

This time will be new.

The battle may be lost, but the war has just begun.