Fighting Back Poem by phillip seymore

i feel im going in a circle that is inside of a star and with three sixes around me i dought il'l go far.And my only escape is the words in my bars. they fight with anger, but i still walk with unhealable scars. They win when we spar, the reason i still live he is my sheild, and its my soul that he guards. and he is my seat belt when it comes to cars.and dream that i could spend my life on mars. And sometimes i hide in my mind just to pass the time i wonder if it is my curse or my gift so please tell me when i rhmyme. and i sit back and pray just to await my time. but u say it isnt my time to go yet and i grit my teeth and say fine. so while im still hear i shapen my lines so on the next attack i can put him away for good and have him trapped in the pine. And if he takes my skill my backup is hand signs.and blast him with a blast satilites cant find