Poem #7, Season of The Comeback, RedStar

I was knocked down but not out,

it was a round, not the bout.

I regained my vision,

wiped the blood from my mouth.

My heart was still pumping,

My lungs breathing strong,

I got up to my feet,

determined to win.

My opponent came at me,

with their usual tricks,

but this time I ducked,

and dodged all of their kicks.

Into the last round,

my opponent now weak,

I landed my shot,

and knocked him dead off his feet.

 

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