Fight a force you can not see
A willing being that is thee
Never will they will be won
A struggle past the setting sun
Triggered by the smallest phrase
Triggered remorse right away
Yet down the path you go again
Relapse into days of sin
Against none other than they self
Given into shredding wealth
A battle long but over due
Loser you are through and through


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.