The Breaking of Spirits
The world kicks the wounded man in the groin
He writhes in pain and curses loudly
Betrayal is real and there is no sympathy for wounded dogs
Kill or be killed, dogs eat dogs
The skin grows thick to the harshness of the earth
And the mind hardened by her cruelty
The wounded man laughs amidst his tears and moans
He will rise again
But this time he will leave his heart behind
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it reminds me of virginia woolf a little bit
Thank you, that's quite a compliment
The endless cycle: Man destroys a good woman, making her a destroyer of men, making good men destroyers of women and it goes and goes. I really like this poem, it reminds me of the way I feel after every heartbreak, even down to the laugh. haha
Yes the cyclical making of hoes and fuckboys and more. Thanks for reading.