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Against the World

Against the World

Shit gets tougher everyday.
This planet is getting heavier.
Dripping sweat every step of the way,
Approaching these challenging endeavors.

I’ve been broken, depressed and mentally destroyed,
As tolerant and resilient as I am.
I’m weakened but I never tried to avoid,
This war because I am a man.

My ego is a dangerous trait,
It’ll be my karma later,
But for now it boosts my heart rate,
Feeds my adrenaline to make me greater.

Hiding my ache as I approach the next battle
Knowing the pleasure will soon wear off.
My shine will wither like an unwaxed Apple,
And reveal the spots where I’m bruised and soft.

But with me it’ll never be over
My dedication and drive has no Armageddon.
My heart and mind is atrocious,
And giving up is a form of accepting.

I have plenty of scars but you can give me more.
The more blood I lose the less I have nerves.
All my closed wombs build a muscle core
Giving me the endurance I deserve.

To be continued ........
 

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GREG TUCKER THE...

I really like the end to be continue....  Great write!

DO me a favor, I rated you, give a couple of minutes of your time to rate and leave a comment on a recently submitted poem.  Inspiration is addicting

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