The Battle Poem by kennedy musyoka

The tougher the battle the
sweeter the victory,
the battle has become so long that im forgetting what it was all about,
The time we had a plan,
a goal a meaning to the war we fought,
When i knew where i wanted to be and when i needed to, The frontline has become mushy and foggy,
do i know where i am or where
am supposed to be?
In my arm a sword is held, victory what in my eyes it once dwelt,
your heart i battled for through the frontier,
i dont wanna forget what
it was for my dear,
You make it so hard,
so tough,
so complex that to the arm the sword heavy it has become,
I try so hard,
seek knowledge so
vast,
to gain on ways to win this
battle of your heart,
My arms have become weak, my army of many leagues, knights in armour and chain link,
Horsemen will join in,
i see the
horizon at the end,
Not sure when
this battle will come to an
end,
wishfully hoping for the
sunset,
so that my armed men can
come to rest,
Please let this battle end, before what it was for i forget...