War of Errors

A war of errors,

what a mess I've fallen into,

one more sight out,

one fight here,

once more to do.

What about what was,

is not today,

the right talk,

as tomorrow approches,

and the next battle,

has to be fought.

Will this end,

one may ask,

but I can't say what,

it's reserved after all.

I don't know,

anymore,

what's the next field,

the easy has passed,

another line more,

unknownly watching it,

pass by,

again, once, more.

I'm crunched inside,

I've fury over me,

but as I stand calm,

the digress, goes on,

to make me strong.