Fighting To Be, A Boxers Melody

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
Saturday, November 3, 2007
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Marcia Morris 03 November 2007
A boxers life huh. Nice little write. Keep writing!
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