Mary E-A. K. Remaniak Poetry

All the screaming, crying
Bleeding and dying,
Nothing seems to be going right at all.
Fighting never pays but wounds,
All that I feel is pain and tearing,
And the battle is never done.

But I’ll still be here
We’ll make it through.
I’m not going to leave;
Oh, I’ll stick with you.
Never give up, no matter the cost.
It doesn’t matter if a battle is lost.

Winning the day
Another sacrifice.
Nothing now pays,
Is it worth the price
Of heartache and pressure
From others to go?
I want you to stay,
But right now I don’t know.

But I’ll still be here
We’ll make it through.
I’m not going to leave;
Oh, I’ll stick with you.
Never give up, no matter the cost.
It doesn’t matter if a battle is lost.[/i

I know you’ll stay,
I’m sure that you mean it
When you say you care.
But sometimes it just seems
Like it’d be easier on you
If you up and left me alone.

[i]We will be here.
We’ll make it through.
I’m not going to leave;
Yeah, I’ll stick with you.
I’ll) never give up,
No matter the cost.
It doesn’t matter if a battle is lost.
What really counts is winning the war.

Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak