Towel Thrown In, Boxing Ring

Tired of life,

it shows on his face.

Where once was joy and hope,

now not a trace.

Efforts to progress spat upon,

time and toil,

disappointment, betrayal,

all takes a toll.

(For this he was born?)

A world of hurt and pain,

exploitation and compromise,

where nothing is real or pure,

and everything is lies.

Futility and despair,

soul broken beyond repair.

Everything good has faded,

the future is oblivion,

welcome to jaded.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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