The last fight

by Teatart

I search
I find
I lose
I cry

The cycle continues
Never-ending
Infinite in it sadness
Complete in its continuity

I want it to end
I want it to be different
Too much heartache
So much pain

Day after day
I have chosen to endure
Against all odds
My head held high

But my resolve has grown weary
Without an ending in sight
My sword is as a burden
Fallen limply at my side

On one last chance
My hopes I pin
If happiness be the spoils
Then I’ll choose to fight

~ Sherrie Dyer

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