the man shadow boxes evil
though his sins are sown
the fields grown
his fate is sealed
nothing is real anymore
no nothing is real
nothing to fight about
he fights out of habit
and is used to it
he remembers no other way
he dreams of the fight
thinks of all aspects
but he has no opponent
except for his shadow
a dark image of him
he can never win
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Very profound and with a deep message. Our only opponent is usually ourselves, thought provokingly insistent. Enjoyed reading this poem, thank you for sharing. RoseAnn