I'M Always Losing Poem by Tracy Rollings

Lay in bed
sometimes at night
waiting for demons
that wanna fight.

Deep from down
they all come
to distribute pain
think I'm dumb.

Filled with sadness
souls they steal
never willing to
make a deal.

Heartache sets in
fear will win
there last night
now back again.

Battles are fought
souls will lose
lose the fight
from drinking booze.

They never listen
just keep accusing
I can't win
I'm always losing.

Monsters are huge
body grows weak
see one now
coming to peak.

Weapons they bring
ripping the meat
cutting into flesh
with every beat.

Now I think
then start praying
no more fight
time for paying.

Take this one
say to myself
maybe get lucky
bring me death.