Poetry

Broken Spirit

Broken, beaten,

a part of life’s cruel game

consistent pressure,

knees give in,

grounded, helpless,

will to fight,

becomes,

the won’t to fight,

the struggle, the battle,

is too much to bear,

stay down,

life’s lunge,

and jab are fierce.

I could take one more punch,

but getting up, again,

doesn’t sound such a good idea,

anymore.

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