Losing the Battle

This is called-Losing the Battle

I wrote this late Tuesday night-August 7th.

We are happy as can be when our family we can see.
Only when they are gone can you truly know what they’ve meant to you.
I sit here on my bed with no memories left. Even if I had, it seems like it’s all gone to bed in a waist.
I fought for something I couldn’t have. I need to stop chasing what’s clearly been taken.

There is no more left to happen and this gap is more than I can willingly accept.
I know your gliding away, and that, I can’t change.
I don’t understand why you visited to visit no more.


You gave me hope when all this first started, but now all’s I’m let with is this useless rope.
It may be long enough for us to hold, but I’m not feeling any pull.
We don’t need each other to live, but that’s what I hoped you would give.
I thought you owed something to us because of what you did, but now I know you didn’t.
You don’t owe us a visit. The visits should be because of your love.
I wait for no change in one situation only to be waiting for change in another.

NOT PART OF POEM -I could be totally wrong but I just don’t understand you anymore. What’s going on?

Another poem relevant to the one above
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There's someone this belongs to, There's someone this is for. If I let them read it i'm afraid of war. If I let them see I don't want them to walk out the door. My feelings will hide in my heart, right in the core. I'm not sure they'd understand that I don't want this to end. And yet, if they miss take anything i say it will be to late. I've waited for too long, all this is wrong. The love i had for her is buried behind the gate of my heart...... Though I will always love her, I'm tired of how she darts and we're not any of her marks..