Battles Not Won Poem by something changing

Wasting away
In this cocoon we call shame
For the things that I’ve done
I shall not call them by name

For that would mean
To acknowledge them fully
And the pain that follows
Would be to torment cruelly

I once promised
That it would never happen again
Well promises break
And that was a fight I could not win

I’m doing better now
Than the times before
But these wounds are still healing
In fact, they’re very much still sore

Maybe one day
I can look back on it all
and maybe even be able to say
that I broke through the wall

that I won the fight
and beat all my crimes
and for this sweet victory
I can hear the bells chime

But alas, I fear
That it will not come to pass
For the yearning in my stomach
Every time things go wrong still lasts

It is a battle fought hard
But not a battle won
And soon I will cave in
To things that I’ve done