Fight Night Poem by phillip seymore

as i step inside this ring with my pad and my pen
i've been going sixteen rounds and this fight didnt end
each round i ask how many fighters did he send
tears dropping from my eyes throwing these fists again and again
they laugh when i fend against these beasts and these men
looking for this KO as my reff counts to ten
but they get up cause they want my life to end
cause my pen is fueled by my pride
viscous frustrations burst when i cry
i can only let so many punches fly
and my pain is way to high
cause i feel im on the ropes about to look at the sky
i get up when i fall cause i know i have to try
cause the towels not me i cry for my pride
i get up like that KO never happend
im giving it my all but its my heart that is scrappen
but its being attacked because its taking to much action
but these fists will be thrown
cause im in the zone and i fight for my father that i know waits for me at home
just to make him proud as he looks at me now
hitting so hard he hears it like PLOW! !
hearing the screams as they burst from the crowd