Dave SmithWhite

Song: Losing The Battle

Love is like losing a battle,
That I tried so hard to ignore.
But love is like stampeding cattle,
That can run you right down on the floor.

Love is like losing a battle,
For truth in a rumour-mill store.
When facts have become tittle-tattle,
And no-one believes anymore.

Love is like losing a battle,
Out-generaled, I'm losing the war.
While I am flustered and baffled,
There ain't no real mustard at core.

Love is like losing a battle,
One I was sure that I'd win.
Can you hear my rasping death rattle,
Now that the dying begins?

Love is like losing a battle,
When I lead from the front of my corps.
When unhorsed I fell from my saddle,
And tumbled head-first and full-bore.

Love is like losing a battle,
When I stumbled and fled from the field,
In funk, I'm confused and so addled,
I don't know to whom I must yield.

Love is like losing a battle,
To an army of Amazon whores.
Whose troops are a termagant rabble,
That revel in murder and gore.

Love is like losing a battle,
When a shell shreds my proud garb to rags.
When my choice is to simply skedaddle,
Or to run up a spread of white flags.

Love is like losing a battle,
To a mistress consumed by her greed.
And I am reduced to mere chattel,
As I am a slave to her need.

Love is like losing a battle,
For the hearts and the minds of the foe.
Unloosed like a prisoner from shackles;
It's just how that ill wind doth blow!

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 18, 2020

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