The Fighter Poem by Trevor Dion

As the blood hits the floor

A bell rings

Now we have time to think

I don't know how long I can last

I not use to being so harassed

I'm not as fit I was before

I don't think I take punches anymore

I remember my career on the line

So I get back

To see how it goes

I got hit in the head

I could of dropped dead

But I held my ground

There's a ringing in my ear

Get louder as I get near

Nothing else I can hear

Wait a minutes

It's the wall

As it crash into me

I hit it so hard

Pass out on the spot

Hoping that I never wake up