The Fighter
Alone with your shame
Breath coming in short, purcussive gasps
Hands shaking with anticipation and pain
Blood drying on the inside of your gloves
Memories of the last man to break you down
And administer your punishment for failing
Until your body goes limp and blood pools on your lips
They broke your body, your heart, your hope
But you still fight
You fight until you win
Because its worth the pain