Darkness is near
spaces are closing
i cant breathe no more
the bell rings
its round three
blood driping
i got to stay a live
my temper is high
i got to stay a live
in the boxing ring
left to right got to fight
in the boxing ring
by Gina AKA blackrose
Good write whether figurative or literal. But if literal, I like how this is coming from a female's perspective. Well done, Gina/blackrose! Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do hope that the last round is yours. You write so well and I think its really clever to write about life like one big boxing game Wishing you a lovely day-Pia