Defeat And Dismay Poem by The Pen Does It

is it profanity or just plain insanity
which drives us crazy in plight of dismay?


no words can bind those
no deeds can mend these bruises
cause all that's left is pain
and even with this pain, you chose to drain

i'm not proud of my circumstances
been baned by your abuses
we danced, we shed, we willed, we bled
yet the end, we both lost to dread

this is the end of the countless chances
of the many days we paid advances
shun the empty promises we bade at all
curse the longing wishes we dear extol

this is the end, a programmed befall
where losing is an option yet a fair conclusion

dismayed, though feelings don't matter
the victor is the one who falter
i calmly flee and surrender
to the place i long in yonder