Lost Wars

Fighting a lost fight

The war is over

I lost

What to do next

There is nothing

That can be done

I am awaiting

For the judgement

Of the people

That I fought

Their collective hatred

And despise

The walls in my prison

Are cold and grey

Being a part of the

Punishment

Only the light

From the window

Makes me tell the difference

Between day and night

As I wait

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