Patrick Tincher

Cage Match - Poem by Patrick Tincher

My face is pressed against this unforgiving mat
Looks like I'm losing this round
Stepping into this cage was a bad idea
But how can I prove myself?
I fight no man other than myself
A false god created to fill a hole
Fists pound into my head
Knocking sense into my thick skull
Too bad the only way out is a fight to the death
I will not tap out
Surrender is not an option
My struggle is my own creation
Slowly surely I regain control of my life
Killing obscene thoughts
I scoff in the face of created demons

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 1, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 15, 2011

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