The Fight Poem by Hidden Soul

The Fight



'Fight, Fight.'
Yells the crowd,
eagerly watching the girl.

The girl,
sitting on the floor,
her hand in her head.

'Fight, Fight.'
Yells the voices,
all mixed together.

You see,
the girl is fighting.
Fighting for her life.
The girl is fighting,
fighting against herself.
Fighting off her thoughts.

Give him up?
Forget what she feels?
As much as she tries,
she only ever fails.

'Fight, Fight.'
Yell the ferocious figures.

Finally,
with a scream
a scream so terrible.
A scream so agonizing.

Finally,
with a scream,
the girl let's him go.

She stands up,
blood dripping from her hands.

'Fight..'
The crowds voice becomes wary,
they all turn to leave.

The girl is standing,
and her face is most surprising.
Instead of a terrible frown,
instead of a look of pain,
the girl is smiling..

She smiled.

She has survived.

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