On It Goes

On it goes to the streets
Where the poor are marched
into their inevitable defeat
To our bedroom where I
Lost the war
When my only soldier died
Beneath your sheets

I know I've written this poem before
I see the resignation in your eyes
But here is where we are and
It is here that we always return
between the truth and carnal lies
What where once promises are now
Just poetry in our final final goodbye
So... and on it goes.
holloway64 holloway64
46-50, M
Dec 2, 2012