Down For The Count Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR
Down For The Count
Sadness and lonliness hit hard
Srike early in the morning
Without warning
His heart is on fire
turned inside out
losing this bout
He lies on the canvas
waiting to be saved by the bell
Sucker punched by private hell
But the bell doesn't ring
Neither do angels notice or sing
Left to die in the ring
A fighter wants to get back up
Not by strength, but by heart
But it betrays him...It's broken apart
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