Down. not out
A poem
from 
JoeUser Forums
JoeUser Forums
Beat down, face bloody.. ribs acheing
Holding side, whimpering.
Rolling over, rising up, hands scar the cement,
seeing the victor smile... so he thinks,
watching eyes grow wide as I rise,
Once again standing.. blood dripping, smiling back with broken mouth,
Not tru yet....
never done.....
I sit back......... to rise another day.
Holding side, whimpering.
Rolling over, rising up, hands scar the cement,
seeing the victor smile... so he thinks,
watching eyes grow wide as I rise,
Once again standing.. blood dripping, smiling back with broken mouth,
Not tru yet....
never done.....
I sit back......... to rise another day.