Defeat

I could rage like an ocean misplaced

And send storms your way,

Clobbering everything in my path to dust.

I could send out messages

Of winter trains,

Stories of faith and trust.

In all hard fact, I could even

Enchain you and hold you tight,

So tight that you can’t breathe.

I may wait, miserable and cold,

Like a mutt in the rain,

And wait for you to see me.

I may leave passing notes and tears astray.

I may, however small,

Even send out a prayer each day.

I would want different stars for me.

But as you lie in my arms and gaze

Into her eyes,

I’d still lose…