I die every night

I die, I die every night,
ground down until thinly worn,
in his battle's losing fight.

His face always in my sight,
before the breath from flesh was shorn,
I die, I die every night.

Wrought with valor, fought with might,
clung he did till he was torn,
in his battle's losing fight.

Recalling days of summer's light,
remembering when he was born,
I die, I die every night,

heart crushed down it bleeds contrite,
time was spent, we needed more.
In his battle's losing fight,

prayed we, teared we, scratched we. Bite
my throat, distract this burning sore!
I die, i die every night,
in his battle's losing fight.

(C)2008, Christos Rigakos