Bargain-chipped

I've decided to include some musical piece as an intro to my own personal writing. I think so many times, we creatives are longing to find a way to uniquely express a very common experience. So, I put it my way, Dylan wrote it his, but we are both attempting to harness a bit of the ineffable.

In my inability to suck in,

hold,

exhale

and repeat today,

I realized I was traded over a table,

gambled at my own expense,

an accepted defeat as consequence for trivial longing

Bargain-chipped for someone else's freedom

A good night sleep

A favorite show

a post-couple-war copulation

following the loss of your personal life's stronghold

Under what terms did I masquerade?

What value priced out for?

If I could trade you in for peace

Admittedly

I might.

But,

I sleep to escape from daydream-girl fantasy

I don't even own a TV

And, there isn't enough fight in the circumstance I chose

to have peace come at the expense of me