Losing Battle

Like a machine...

And here I am again.

Over the past months,

I wondered about conflict.

It's all around us.

Internal. External.

It affects everyone, but sometimes one.

Over time, I wondered what I'd won and lost.

So I reflected on my battles.

My triumphs, my defeats.

I've lost trust, but gained it back.

I've won belonging, but I've lost it as well.

I've won the opportunity to be what I want.

But the one thing I've neither lost nor gained

was love.

It makes me wonder 

what kind of human am I.

Am I only geared for success?

To know only the embrace of money,

and never an embrace of arms?

I wonder if my wallet

is the only thing that knows love.

These hands...my hands...

Are they meant to feel,

or are they meant to work?

Author's Note

For those who were wondering, I apologize for the sudden disappearance. It's just that I had college and reality catching up to me, and I was overburdened to the point where I forgot about this. I'm so sorry for neglecting my work, but I promise to make it anew, so I'm starting with a clean slate by re-writing my novel again, and to continue making poems.

Reviews

[Me]

This piece is so well constructed