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Fighting To Be, A Boxers Melody - Poem by gregory hillman
I circle him, the demon
The fire red 12 oz. stones
The rage building, dazed
He is my own.
Two minutes in, waiting
A glorious bell
A safe haven, blind
Blood flows, a burning hell.
Cold rush, screaming blur
Teeth clenched love, kill him
My shadow approaches
Eyes bleeding at the rim.
Ring blurs, white light
Peace
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 3, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011
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A boxers life huh. Nice little write. Keep writing! (Report) Reply