I get the fight
Of trying to live
And losing the war.
But,
I stay for the win
Of a battle
Which couldn’t impede
The struggle.
Or change the course
Of the regular toil.

Yet,
I stay.
I linger in a war
I have already lost
To win a battle
Of a single day.

Why? You ask,
‘Cause I am a pathetic,
Unnerved soldier.
Who, yet, owns the grit
To incessantly fight
For the war, lost.
Lest a battle, fought.