The Ruin of Man

Sitting here
in ready clothes
about to try to quit,
I think to myself
this mess
needs work
for good.

I give myself a chance
and she says no,
the hardness
of her eyes
in discontent.

So here in alone
I stumble
on a force
that could keep me well,
where I feel better
than ruined
forever.

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Author: leeethomas

Visual Artist, musician and writer from Australia. Interested in Love and the Mind.

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