The Lost Battle

Originally published here.
He was a warrior with no shields or armour,
His fight was not of blood or honour,
He had no enemy, but still he fought every single day
His friends couldn’t be of any help, nor could be his family

For what he was seeking, was not out of reach, nor was it waiting next door
Time was not on his side, nor were his thoughts
For what was worth his while, he was afraid to decide, to give in or to let go
Time ran out, and his life went by, but he couldn’t choose a path

Later in his wheel chair looking at the sky,
He said to himself, with eyes filled with tears,
I didn’t win the battle of my life, nor did I loose the battle of my life
I am still fighting the lost battle with myself,
I am the enemy I could never defeat
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