Winning A Losing Battle. - Poem by Peya Jakob
She drew the kiss from me,
The one i kept for you,
The sky turned orange red,
And i faded to white.
In the walk from here to you,
I changed myself and lost,
I sought what they had,
And i forgot my God.
On the path less travelled,
I moved where no one should,
I faced all the demons i could,
I forgot the angels at whom i had once marvelled.
I traded the truth for the lie,
And told myself it was alright,
I got used to seeing in the dark,
And convinced myself it was the light.
The light is there,
Even when we shut our eyes.
The paths never change,
Even when we lose our way.
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