John Westlake

Gold Star - 21,714 Points (Crawley)

261. - Poem by John Westlake

You may have beaten me to the floor
but I'm not defeated just yet
I may be bruised all over
but am not even close to being broken
looks like you need to be try harder
if you are ever going to win

Your weapons are scattered all around
bent broken and completely useless
I have not even used mine yet
been content with parrying and blocking
waiting for the right moment to strike

While you are attempting to recover your energy
so you can be ready for another round
I rise up from the floor
see the terror in your eye
as you realise I have not even begun to fight

You may have beaten my to the floor
but you are not strong enough to defeat me
am bruised all over but even they are fading
you are unable to break me so please give up now
you are never going to be able to win

Topic(s) of this poem: hate

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 30, 2015

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