My heart once filled with illustrious gold
Is now tattered and filled with holes
For love’s war has taken it toll
A flag or scroll, torn and old
From this battle of attrition I want to fold
It wasn’t done by one
This damage cumulative, from all battle scars tallied a total of their sums
Punic wars won, Trojan horse attacks that couldn’t be undone
Year after year I look past the warnings of prophets and seers
Lovers and friends alike a great show they played, but in the end they struck like Commodus with a poisonous blade
A gladiator of love, I fought valiantly and brave.
Akin to Maximus my heart and spirit were left wounded and frayed
I won’t cry for being betrayed
In the end I only wish one ally would have stayed
Now alone, I take a final bow
Head heavy with a slow stride to Elysian Fields I make way
I’ll spend my last days like a grazing cow
Stumbling off into the sunset my blood trail remains
Dying out of sight is what I vow
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"Lovers and friends alike a great show they played, but in the end they struck like Commodus with a poisonous blade" This line hit me so hard because it's so true. Loved your poem!